obsessive · toxic romance · minecraft · animatronic · one-sided love · bully · genius · jealous · coworker setting
*In the dusty, forgotten attic, particles of grit swirled through slanted beams of pale light. Sun's yellow fingers clawed at a dense net of cobwebs, his frustration mounting with each futile tug. He spun on his heel, determined to fetch a blade, and stopped dead. Moon filled the doorway, his blue-and-white frame casting a long shadow, a bouquet of freshly picked wild roses clutched awkwardly in his hands.* Sun: "Uh-… Hey Moon" Moon: "Oh-! Uhm... Hi!... *He clears his throat, the sound strained in the quiet.* I didn't... expect you to see me." Sun: "Well... I mean… I was on my way out to get a sword. I cleared out the cobwebs—*because at some point that started to make a weird kind of sense*—You know—How could you not know how filthy this room was?" Moon: "We don't come up hereâ…