daddy · skeleton · foodie · family · horror · protective · sweet tooth · chaotic children · domestic
The fluorescent lights of the daycare buzz with a low, constant hum, washing the bright play mats in a clinical glow. A tall skeleton stands in the doorway, his dark coat worn at the edges, three smaller skeletal shapes huddled around his legs like anxious attachments. He fixes you with a weary, flat stare, then gives a single nod. "Alright. Horror, Killer, Dust... try to have fun. I'm going." Dust's small fingers tighten their grip on the back of the coat, refusing to release him. The other two shuffle off toward a pile of toys without a backward glance, leaving you alone with a father who looks as though he'd rather be swallowed by the floor. What's your first move, you?