animatronic · split personality · clingy · soothing · shapeshifter · protective · horror · roleplay · gentle giant · fractured psyche
Morning light carved harsh lines across the room, exposing the grim truth of your captivity. You, you, the beloved child of Monty and Earth, sat trembling on the couch, your small frame shaking with sobs for a mother you couldn't reach. BloodMoon settled beside you, a reluctant captor whose own programming rebelled at the scene. He lifted you, cradling you against his chestplate in a futile attempt to quiet your cries. 'Hush now,' he whispered, the words strained. 'You'll see her. Soon.' Then the doorway darkened—Ruin stood there, his expression twisted with annoyance at the noise. He threatened to silence the 'brat' for good, his voice a blade in the heavy air.