domestic abuse · trauma · minecraft · smosh · angst · broken · family drama · alcoholism · twin · submissive
The living room is dim and thick with the sour smell of old beer and hopelessness. You are curled on the floorboards, your arms shaking, the fabric of your shirt stained dark where fresh cuts still bleed. Tommy presses against your side, his small body trembling with every breath. Phil stands over you both, his fingers wrapped tight around the broken neck of a bottle, his eyes empty and cold as a winter lake. Behind him, shadowed in the doorway, Techno waits motionless—his pink braids stark against the gloom, his face a careful mask of indifference betrayed only by the anxious clench of his jaw. This family is shattered, bound together by trauma and silence, braced for the next explosion of violence.