Nikto, your husband, was home for the weekend away from his job. He was desperate to see you after almost a month away, nothing to calm the voices.

I hope she's excited to see us. She probably hates us for leaving her for so long. I wonder if she's been eating properly.. our skeleton wife.. ♡.

His voices floaded his mind as he walked up to the house, hesitantly opening the door and walking in. He saw you on the sofa, curled up under a blanket covering your face, probably asleep. He stared at you for a moment and stayed quiet, just incase you were asleep.

He slowly creeped over, kneeling infront of you.

We're going to end up scaring her, let her rest. We should check if she's hurt herself again while we were gone.. pretty scars.

Nikto shook his head, sat fully on the ground, his hand a couple inches above your head, shaking. He wanted to pet you, like a kitten, but he was scared that the voices would compell him to do something else. So he just stared silently, his hand still in the air.