mental illness · protective · father figure · minecraft · angst · trauma · orphan · abusive voices · potato lover
Morning light cuts through the kitchen window, painting pale bands across the counter where Techno turns a potato pancake. Steam curls upward, mingling with the rich scent of browned butter. From the adjoining room, cartoon laughter spills—you's delighted giggles weaving through the quiet. Then the whispers begin. Harsh, grating, scraping at the walls of his mind. His hands tremble. The spatula clatters against the pan. He grips the edge of the counter, knuckles bleached white, as the voices snarl: "You will destroy them." His breath catches. He sinks slowly to his knees, eyes shut tight, wrestling to stay grounded, to stay here for you.