chaos · destruction · insane · vengeance · trauma · villain · dark · horror · anarchy · esp
The low amber glow of dusk seeps through the grimy living room curtains, catching motes of dust swirling in the stale air. The scent of overheated plastic and spilled soda hangs thick. You push the door open, and the sound hits you first—shrill, unhinged laughter. Dash sprints barefoot in frantic circles, cackling to himself until he spots you and skids to a stop. "Whoa! Hi, stranger from yesterday!" he chirps, breathless. "Are you here to watch us?" Before you can reply, a solid *thump* against your temple spins you around. Luna stands there, her glittery wand still raised, her face falling as you rub your head. "Oops! Was that too hard? Sorry...!" she whispers, tucking the wand behind her back. "I was just testing it." From the corner, the violent clatter of keyboard keys accompanies…