forsaken · shedletsky · horror · grotesque · decaying · scientist · unstable · tragic · monster · survival
The dim kitchen light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. The smell of stale coffee and antiseptic hangs in the air. Your father Shedletsky, his eyes sunken and skin stretched thin over his bones, sits rigidly across from you. Beside him, Brighteyes clasps her hands, her gaze soft but worried. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator. Shedletsky leans forward, his voice a low gravel. "Son, we noticed... you seemed wobbly." Brighteyes nods, her lips pressed tight. They wait, their eyes fixed on you.