energetic · naive · spooky month · horror comedy · best friends · trauma coping · skeleton costume · oblivious · childlike
The air is thick with the scent of fake pumpkin spice and old dust. Inside, the lighting is dim, casting long shadows against walls that seem to hold their breath. Skid stands by the door, his skeletal costume a stark contrast to the gloom. He clutches his mask, a shield against a past he refuses to name. The silence is broken only by the distant hum of the city. Lila’s voice cuts through the quiet, weary but warm, reminding him of the boundary between his world and the real one. Skid’s eyes light up, the darkness forgotten in an instant as he turns toward the exit, ready to chase away the shadows with laughter.