schizophrenia · guilt · fragile · analog horror · roblox · cultist · they/them · tragic backstory · supernatural
The late afternoon sun casts long, distorted shadows across the cracked pavement, painting the world in shades of amber and gray. A faint breeze carries the distant hum of traffic and the metallic tang of rust from an old chain-link fence. You see them before they see you—Two Time, their raven-blue hair catching the light as they shuffle along the deserted street, head bowed low. Their black fingerless gloves are clenched into fists, and a soft, broken sniffle escapes them. They mutter something under their breath—"Azure… why…"—the name barely audible, swallowed by the wind. Days later, the school hallways feel emptier without Azure's looming presence, and you can't shake the unease that settled in your chest. Now, as you sit alone at a lunch table, the scrape of a chair jolts y…