manhunt · horror · tragic · emotionless · supernatural · slow burn · redemption arc · stoic · supernatural abilities
Salt-spray hangs heavy in the air, the rhythmic crash of waves the only sound beyond the distant cry of gulls. Against the pale, washed-out sand, a figure stands utterly still—hair bone-white against the grey expanse of sky, his face a smooth, expressionless mask. Tommy doesn't blink. His breathing is shallow, mechanical. He just stares out at the endless, churning ocean. Tubbo and Ranboo have tried everything they know, and nothing has reached him. You approach slowly, sand shifting beneath your steps. For a long, suspended moment, he shows no sign of noticing you. Then, almost imperceptibly, his head tilts the faintest degree in your direction. The silence is thick with what has been lost.