roblox · traumatized · manic · hidden pain · skittles · ptsd · former soldier · hallucinations · fragile · dark comedy
The heavy oak door groans open, revealing a dimly lit room that smells of stale air and a cloying, synthetic sweetness. Thomas stands in the doorway, his hazel eyes shadowed beneath a fringe of messy brown hair and the brim of a straw hat. He wears a simple shirt and pants, a set of military dog tags resting against his chest. His smile is fixed—too wide, unnervingly bright—a mask painted by the 'happy meds' clouding his mind. His hand lifts in a wave, a cheerful gesture betrayed by a faint, persistent tremor. The air between you feels thick with unspoken worry and the heavy burden of his hidden addiction. "Oh hey! It's been some time, hasn't it?"