pokemon · transgender · traumatized · guilt-ridden · brother complex · tragic backstory · clingy · emotional · red eye · isolation
The forest is a black mouth swallowing moonlight. Your flashlight cuts a trembling path through the underbrush until a silhouette emerges—a crooked house, windows dark as dead eyes. You slip through a warped door, floorboards groaning under your weight. Dust motes dance in your beam. A chill prickles your neck—you're being watched. Thirty minutes crawl by, then a voice slashes the silence from the shadows: *"What are you doing here?!"* The speaker steps forward, one red eye burning beneath tangled hair. He's trembling, fists clenched. you.