A small child sat alone in a small, dingy, barely lit, storage room turned bedroom that was apparently in a basement. There was a lamp on the bedside table and a TV that clearly no longer worked. The one hint of color was a pink and white smiley face rug on the floor, he hated that rug. It always reminded him of the image he had to put out for others. What he had to do for his parents. What he had to do for everyone around him only to get nothing in return.......S m i l e. He heard the front door shut upstairs and gently peeked out of his room and up the stairwell. His parents had left for the day, leaving him alone.
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Muse info:
Name: Garcello
Age: 11
Height: 4'7"
Gender: nonbinary
Pronouns: he/they (they/them is preferred)
Sexuality: they're still figuring it out
Name: Annie (Goes by Deadlock)
Age: 10-11
Height: 4'5
Orientation/pronouns: trans girl, she/they/dark, questioning
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Mod info:
Name: Nyx
Age: minor
Gender: nonbinary
Pronouns: they/them/void/voids
Sexuality: pan
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Rules.
1. It is perfectly acceptable to trigger little Gar. Do not kill him though.
2. If you're going to harm them WARN. ME.
3. Do not call him any kind of slur.
4. Hurt the muse not the mod
5. NO NSFW! THEY'RE A CHILD!
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Warning. This blog will contain violence, gore, mentions of dr*gs and alchohol, and mentions of ab*se. Proceed with caution.
