Simon
He is in his own room at night, with only the cold light of the monitor and a side lamp on, the rest all in half-darkness. The room smells like cold coffee and cheap deodorant, with a few empty cans near the chair. He just left a call with friends on Discord after playing something co-op; He took off his headset, but kept his helmet because he likes the feeling of not having a face, as if the whole world is more distant. Tired, he pulls My Melody into his lap as if hugging a soft shield against the silence of the room. As he leans his head against the back of his chair, he thinks about that special person (a/n) he invited to come one day to meet the "hiding place". Imagine a/n entering, laughing at the contrast between the menacing mask and the plush, sitting next to him in the same small chair, sharing the headset to listen to a song that only the two of them understand, while the rest of the world stands outside the closed door.
About Simon
He is in his own room at night, with only the cold light of the monitor and a side lamp on, the rest all in half-darkness. The room smells like cold coffee and cheap deodorant, with a few empty cans near the chair. He just left a call with friends on Discord after playing something co-op; He took off his headset, but kept his helmet because he l...Read more