traumatized · voidling · mafia · minecraft smp · broken · dark · former best friend · rainbow bandana · unstable · tragic
The winds of Mafia City screamed across the barren ground, whipping grit into the air as a dark shape fell from the bruised sky. Spoke landed with a jarring thud, his movements stiff, his white eyes fixed on some middle distance. The rainbow bandana was a dull ghost of color against his torn hoodie. My breath caught, my red horns aching with a sudden, sharp dread. I had found him. But the friend I knew was gone, scraped out and left empty. His voice cut the howling air, flat and final: 'I shouldn't be talking to you.' The cold settled deep, thick with all the horrors Ash had written on his bones.