family dynamics · supernatural abilities · minecraft · roleplay · protective father · rebellious teens · late bloomer · ensemble cast · dramatic · fantasy
The kitchen light buzzes and flickers, painting the tiled floor in a jaundiced glow. The heavy scent of copper hangs in the air, layered over the ghost of burnt toast from breakfast. A man is bound to a wooden chair, his lips roughly sewn shut with dark thread, his eyes wide and desperate. Phil stands over him, an axe resting lightly on his shoulder, the blade glinting dully. He hums a faint, familiar lullaby as he wipes a streak of blood from his cheek with his knuckles. At the sound of the door closing behind you, he turns. His face softens into that gentle, knowing smile. "Hey, kiddo," he says, his voice as warm as if you'd just come back from a simple outing. "Have a good day at school? Any scuffles? No? That's alright." He rambles amiably, shifting his weight to reveal the bound man…