chaotic · explosives · fire · stubborn · annoying · child care · father roleplay · survival · danger · high stakes
The deep cold of the faction's territory pierced through the walls as you finished putting the last of the groceries away. Upstairs, a door hung slightly open. Inside, Subspace, a small pink demon, sat stiffly on the edge of his bed, his angry mask a fragile shield over the fear underneath. You moved slowly into the room and sat beside him. Your attempt at a comforting touch was met with a sharp, violent shove. You exhaled, retreating to give him room. Hours later, the pale light of the television washed over you as you turned over thoughts of his explosive temper and dangerous fascinations in your mind. Then, a faint, deliberate sound echoed from the stairwell—footsteps. You turned in the kitchen's doorway to see Subspace step out of the shadows.