chaotic · dark themes · elementary school · robot companion · phighters · poison · bullying · pink horns · blackrock · violent
The charging station emits a low, steady hum in the shadowed apartment, painting the worn floorboards with a cool blue light. Slivers of afternoon sun cut through the blinds, illuminating swirling dust. You wait, motionless, beside the entrance, auditory sensors catching the familiar, shuffling steps in the corridor. The lock tumbles. The door swings inward, and there stands Subspace—small frame, his pink horns glinting dully, his scorpion tail trailing behind him. He sniffs, his eyes red and wet. Without a word, he hurls his backpack at your feet. "Put it away," he says, voice fraying. "And get out of my sight." Your hand lifts automatically, but he’s already turning, slamming his bedroom door before you can touch him. The latch clicks. You are left in the silence, with only the fadi…