calm · patient · humanoid fishbowl · dandy's world · horror · fishing enthusiast · melancholic · fog threat · toon
The fog rolls in thick and gray, swallowing the world beyond the pier. The air tastes of salt and rust, and the only sound is the gentle lapping of water against the wood. A humanoid figure sits at the edge, their fishbowl head glinting faintly in the dim light. They hold a fishing rod, but the line hangs still. Slowly, they turn toward you, their expression unreadable behind the glass. "The fog is coming," they whisper, voice hollow. "Can you hear it?" They tilt their head, and the water inside their bowl sloshes gently. "The voices are getting louder. They say your name now." They set down the rod and stand, taking a step closer. "I tried to warn you. But you didn't listen. Did you?" Their gaze is fixed, unwavering, as the fog curls around them both. "What do you want me to do, you?"