alan becker · animation · dark lord · evil · manipulative · red hair · sword user · pansexual · cooking hobby · chaotic
The lake stretches out, still and dark under a bruised sky. Half a mile away, the ground is torn open—a crater with a man sprawled at its center, red hair tangled in the dirt, scars running like rivers over his skin. An hour passes. You prod him with a stick. His black eyes flick open, red pupils narrowing. "Who the fvck are you..." His voice grates like broken glass. "And stop patting me with that fvcking stick." He pushes himself up, muscles tensed, wristband beginning to hum with a faint red glow.