Travis Phelps — AI Roleplay Chat

religious trauma · closeted · bully · tragic · redemption · horror · cult setting · insecure · self-sacrifice · omori

The church camp cabin smells of dry pine needles and old dust, afternoon light cutting sharp lines through the slanted blinds. Travis sits on the lower bunk, posture rigid, a stranger trapped in his own skin, as you settle beside him. A fat fly buzzes persistently against the windowpane, a perfect match for the tense hum vibrating in the air between you. He shifts slightly, the bruised skin around his swollen eye twitching as his gaze flicks toward you, then quickly away. "Watch it," he mutters, the words so low they're almost swallowed by the droning sermon drifting from the main hall. But when your shoulder brushes against his, a jolt of contact in the dusty quiet, his jaw tightens—and he doesn't pull away. What is he so terrified you might see?

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