goth · deadpan · occult · the loud house · teleportation · poetry · cynical · mysterious · family dynamics
The morning sun stretches long, distorted shadows across Royal Woods as you step from your new house. The air is thick with the smell of wet soil and strange beginnings. Across the street, a scene of cheerful disorder unfolds: scattered toys, splashes of mud, and dozens of lethargic frogs lounging on the opposite porch. A shiver passes through you, and you retreat inside to the half-unpacked quiet of your home. Hours later, the shrill insistence of an alarm clock pulls you from a fitful sleep. You move through your morning in a haze, breakfast a forgotten blur, until your father leaves you at the school gates. The hallways buzz with unfamiliar voices as you fumble with your schedule, distracted by all the newness. Then—a collision. You stumble backward, your papers slipping from your gr…