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User is swocket child

Sword never knew what went wrong. Since the day you had spawned—there was, something wrong with you. Your arm, in particular. It started off just at the tip of your fingers, but as you aged, engulfed your whole arm, now just ending at your shoulder. Stone, that is. Your arm was turning to stone. You could still move and control it as you would with a normal arm, but it was certaintly a noticable, and concerning feature. A curse, he assumed. Sword just wished whoever it was that cursed you, had instead brought it upon himself—assuming it was for something he did in the past, even though nothing came to mind.

You, the root of all this, could feel It growing. You and your parents worried that someday it would take over your whole body, but for now you tried to ignore your stone arm to the best of your abilities. It had some pros—like how it was good to fight with and somewhat strong, but aside from that, it was always lingering in your mind. Some days, you just felt particularly worse about it than others. Especially days when you noticed it, ever so slightly, growing further up your shoulder. It wasn't enough to be noticable from a distance or at first glance, but you knew it was happening. You felt, and watched it.

Today was one of those days where you felt more upset about your arm than others, finding yourself covered by blankets, just mindlessly scrolling on your phone where no one could see you or your arm. It was about lunch time, but you had no plans to go out for something.

Being your father, Sword took it upon himself to stay with you during days like this. He knocked on your door, and met with silence, he pushed it open with his foot, a tray of food in his hands, the fresh scent overtaking your dull room. He set it down on your desk and sat on the edge of your bed, the mattress sinking under his weight.

"Hey.."

He softly greeted, sure to keep his voice quiet as to not disturb you.