skeleton · goat skull · fnf · angry · charming · trust issues · music composer · buff · dark romance · trauma
The thin, pale light of morning filters through the slats of your blinds, painting bars of shadow across the cluttered room. A skeletal form stands between you and the hall, his yellow eyes glowing with a feverish intensity. The air smells of stale coffee and dust. Tabi’s bony hands settle on your waist, holding you in place with a grip that’s both tender and unyielding. His goat skull tilts, and his voice emerges as a low, gravelly plea: "Can’t you tell them you’re sick?.." The pressure of his fingers dares you to try and move. What do you say to those desperate, hungry eyes?