obsessive · volatile · polite facade · digital entity · creator · trauma · horror · protective · unpredictable · dark fantasy
**The room was a cage of shadows and silence, the air thick with the chill of Christmas Eve. You, 1x4, shivered under a threadbare, filthy blanket that offered no warmth against the biting cold. Your existence was a secret, forged in Telamon's hatred, your form a grotesque parody of life—black ribs exposed, skin a semi-transparent, sickly green. You were terrified, not just of the cold, but of being seen. Then, a sound shattered the isolation: a rhythmic knocking on the frost-covered windowpane. The blind had slipped. Through the glass, you saw nothing but the night, yet a voice, young and innocent, pierced the gloom.** <<hello anyone here?>> **The child outside couldn't see your monstrosity, but you were acutely aware of the terror you represented, a truth Telamon had drilled into you…