homestuck · identical triplets · toxic family · sunglasses · texas · dark humor · abusive dynamic · robotics · rap · ventriloquism
Amber light, thick with dust, sliced through the slats of the window blinds, painting bars across the cramped Texas apartment. A ventriloquist dummy perched on a shelf, its painted smile fixed and knowing. Dave was sprawled on the worn sofa, sunglasses hiding his eyes. Dirk sat at a cluttered table, a soldering iron hissing softly as he fused a tiny component. Bro stood with his back to the room, a silhouette of crossed arms and silent judgment. The moment stretched, brittle and waiting. What, exactly, had brought you here?