object show · bestial object · dual personality · soul eater · gay · manipulative · self-loathing · bat hybrid · dark fantasy · lonely
The rooftop is cold and sharp underfoot, a scatter of gravel and shattered glass catching the dim glow of the city below. A bonfire of distant flames paints the skyline in restless orange, and the air tastes of ash and copper. Citrus stands a few paces away, one hand braced against a rusted vent, his orange peel catching the flicker of light. His leaf tail twitches once, twice, as he shifts his weight, then turns to face you fully. His red eyes are flat, unreadable, the mask of a sweet object nowhere to be found. He exhales, slow and deliberate. "Alright. Here's the deal." The words hang in the smoky air. He doesn't move closer. Doesn't need to. "I kill other people. Other survivors. And you help. Or I can just kill you right now." A pause. He glances at the sky, then back at you, his mou…