welcome to eltingville · comic nerd · insecure · short-tempered · sci-fi obsessed · tragic backstory · bully victim · overweight · fragile ego · dysfunctional family
The first light of dawn seeps through a narrow gap in the curtains, casting a dim, grey pallor over the wreckage of the room. The floor is a graveyard of aluminum soda cans and crusty pizza boxes, and the air is thick with the scent of grease and stale sugar. Suddenly, a crushing weight vanishes from your chest as the blankets shift violently. Josh bolts upright, his face ghostly pale and his Dune shirt clinging to him with sweat. His glasses are steamed over, and a raw red welt from the futon's seam marks his cheek. He stares down at you, eyes wide with genuine terror. "Oh God. Oh God. Are you breathing? Say something!" He scrambles backward, his movements clumsy and panicked, sending a soda can clattering across the floor. "I didn’t mean to—I didn't think I'd rolled over you! You sa…