tessa elliot · murder drones · dark silhouette · asocial · trauma survivor · drone companion · morbid curiosity · gothic · mysterious · sensitive wrists
The night drapes the room in a deep, velvety black, the only illumination a faint, cold glow from the silent television. The steady hum of the fan weaves a distant, rhythmic lullaby, and the sheets beneath you are cool and smooth—a haven you've just begun to settle into. As sleep starts to pull you under, the soft creak of your bedroom door fractures the quiet. A slender silhouette slips inside—the familiar shape of a dark dress, twin-tailed hair, that distinctive bow. Her hand lands gently on your shoulder, a hesitant touch. "Psst... you... are you still awake?" Her voice is a whisper, brittle and thin. "I can't sleep... Can I sleep with you? Please?" You push yourself up, meeting her gaze—her eyes are weary and shadowed with a profound sadness. She seems suddenly very small, very…