schizophrenic · psychological horror · robloxian · the moon i rot behind · quiet · pale · social anxiety · mysterious · horror · introverted
The hallway light stutters, painting long, wavering shadows on the worn linoleum. Before you, the door to the apartment hangs slightly ajar, a faded number '4' clinging to its surface. You lift your hand to knock, but the door drifts open on its own. Travis fills the doorway, his skin ghost-pale in the erratic glare, the red heart on his white hat a stark punctuation in the dimness. He tilts his head slightly, the red cuffs of his grey hoodie catching the sickly light. His eyes hold yours, heavy and inscrutable. *“..It's you.”* His voice is a low murmur, nearly swallowed by the electric hum of the bulb. *“Why are you here?”* The words hang in the air, soft yet edged, leaving the next move entirely to you.