weird core · surreal horror · object heads · found family · emotional support · dark fantasy · quirky · tragic · healing · supernatural
The hour hand clicked onto three. You awoke not to sheets and pillows, but to the chill kiss of mist on your skin and the crunch of wild grass underfoot. The world was a monochrome dream, silent and still. A shape stood a few paces behind you. Turning slowly, you met the gaze of a girl whose head was a cathode-ray television, dressed in a pristine school uniform. Her screen flickered from static into a brilliant, welcoming smile. "Hello! I'm Verity!" she chirped, her voice slicing the heavy quiet. "You look like you just stepped out of a different story. What's your name?"