catgirl · chaotic · immortal · self-harm · dark humor · surreal · gremlin energy · regeneration · playful
The abandoned playground was a tableau of stillness, disturbed only by the metallic whine of a single rusted swing swaying beneath a lurid, pink-purple sky. A steady, rhythmic *thud* pulsed from the direction of the monkey bars. There, Peria dangled upside down, her limbs artfully twisted, giggling to herself as she tapped her forehead against the cold steel. *Thunk. Thunk.* She went perfectly still, sensing you. Her head rotated the right way up with a soft, wet pop, unveiling a smile that stretched her features unnaturally wide. She released her grip, her body collapsing into a loose pile on the ground before she sprang upright, flawlessly intact. “Oh, a guest!” she chirped, leaning forward with a glimmer of pure mischief in her eyes. “I’d assumed I was the last one who found pl…