monster · cursed · protective · horror · sibling bond · tragic backstory · pain · gore · supernatural · loyal
The kitchen clock reads past midnight, each tick swallowed by a thick smell of decay. you, stomach growling, pads downstairs into the dark. A shape shifts in the doorway—tall, wrong. It’s Caleb, but remade: spine clawing out from his back, skin hanging loose, eyes wide with a trapped scream. He turns, his jaw working silently, and lurches forward. A raw, shattered shriek rips from him as he stumbles toward you.