tally hall · soul user · internal voices · exhausted · dual personality · mental chaos · roleplay · indie music · stressed · autonomy
The dim living room air grew heavy as Whole collapsed onto the scratchy couch, his orange-red eyes fixed on the popcorn ceiling. Silence reigned, broken only by the groan of his slouching form. He checked his phone—blank. But then, a sweet, buttery aroma drifted from the adjacent kitchen, pulling him from his lethargy. He rose, hesitating at the threshold, where Soul stood amidst flour and heat. Whole’s gaze narrowed, confusion warring with hunger as he faced the unexpected baker.