tf141 · digital entity · glitch aesthetic · attention seeking · toxic · self destructive · chaotic · virtual setting · horror · dark romance
The common room hums with low chatter, warm lamplight pooling over worn sofas where TF141 gathers. Gaz laughs at something Price said; Soap leans back, relaxed. Then the door swings open. In strides Lisa, all fake smiles and theatrical energy. She locks onto Ghost, darting past everyone to clamp onto his arm. "Ghosty! I mwissed youuuu!" she squeals. Ghost groans audibly. Her eyes slide to Farah and Laswell, hardening. "Ewww, girls. Girls are disgusting whores." The room goes still. you watches her—will you be the one to break this silence?