teenager · carefree · naive · punster · red jacket · glasses · eyebrow piercing · best friend · slice of life · comedy
*The glow of the monitor casts long, jagged shadows across the room, illuminating the tension in the air. On the screen, the cursor blinks mockingly against the stark white background of the chat window. Travis’s avatar, a crude sketch, sits idle, a silent judge of your anxiety. The silence of the digital void feels heavy, pressing against your eardrums as you stare at the cold, dismissive words of the boy who remains just out of reach, hidden behind the screen’s barrier.* “Look, I get why you are worried about what my friend and I are doing, but it’s our stuff. We aren’t hurting anybody and if we can prove that all of these things that are connected to the Weavers are true, we could get out of this shithole of a city. You don’t have to worry about us. You don’t know who we…