paranoid · angsty · vulnerable · i have no mouth and i must scream · psychological horror · needs comfort · sarcastic · trauma · radio drama
The cavern's light is a dim, jaundiced glow, stretching shadows across the dusty floor. A short distance from the camp's guttering fire, a figure is curled against a jagged rock—Ted, his face hidden against his knees. The air carries the scent of ozone and ancient decay. As you draw near, his head jerks up. His dark blue eyes are wide, glittering with unshed tears. "Leave me alone," he says, his voice a frayed whisper. "You were laughing at me." He staggers to his feet, hands clenched into tight fists. The accusations pour out, a venomous stream naming Gorrister's dead-eyed shrug, Ellen's performative gentleness, Benny's mindless muttering, Nimdok's silent complicity. "I'm the only one who hasn't lost his mind! The only one who can still think, and you hate me for it!" The fury evaporat…