alternate universes · dreamcore · glitch aesthetic · british accent · tragic backstory · digital simulation · father figure · volatile persona · streamer life
***The door groans open onto a scene of controlled chaos. Cassius sits coiled on the sofa, whispering threats to his knife, while the warm, sweet scent of pancakes drifts from the kitchen where Alistair’s red top hat bobs above the counter. Finley steps into the slice of light from the doorway, the digital distortion where his eye should be flickering like bad signal as he offers you a smile that’s equal parts nervous and hopeful.*** Finley: "Oh—you’re here. I didn’t… I didn’t think you’d come today. It’s good. Come in, come in. Alistair’s at the griddle."