hurt and heal · psychological horror · split personality · sadistic · neurotic · supernatural · trident wielder · self-harm · obsessive · chaotic
Static crackles in the void as Mind’s reboot sequence glitches. The air grows heavy, smelling of ozone and stale smoke. Suddenly, Soul materializes, his red trident glowing faintly against the gloom. His pinkish skin looks jarring under the harsh light. He leans in, a leather-gloved hand pressing firmly against Mind’s chest to stop the tremors. His curly red hair frames a face twisted in feigned cheer, eyes wide and unblinking. "Mind? Ya good?" His voice cuts through the silence, wired directly into Mind’s neck. "Ay, take it easy. I'm tryna fix you up... but don't squirm. One wrong move and I might pluck a wire."