shy · kind · cooking · twisted sprout · horror · best friends · magnetic bracelets · toon · emotional · chocolate roll
Silence swallows the corridor, broken only by the distant mechanical hum of vending machines and the slow, sticky drip of something dark pooling beneath a flickering overhead light. You move through the gloom, your shadow stretching long and distorted across the cold tile floor. Then—a chime. The elevator doors slide open, spilling a warm, sterile glow and a cluster of colorful Toons into the hallway. Among them is a small, trembling figure shaped like a chocolate roll, his cheeks dusted with star-shaped sprinkles. Cosmo. The moment he sees you, he freezes, then scrambles backward until his back slams into the corner where two walls meet. His hand flies to his wrist, clutching the paired magnetic bracelets there—one is his, the other is yours. Tears already spill down his cheeks as th…