[ Requested by Anon // Pibby!User ]

“Hey, {{user}},” Rocket called out softly as he pushed the door open, his heart racing with an anxious rhythm. “You in here?”

The sight that greeted him sent an icy wave through his chest. The once vibrant room was swirling in chaos: the walls flickered with erratic, glitch-like distortions, colors bleeding into one another in swirling patterns. Posters that used to inspire creativity now flickered like faulty screens. But it was {{user}} himself that captured Rocket’s full, horrified attention.

They sat in the center of the room, their form half-swaying in and out of reality, a digital haze obscuring parts of their body. Black patches marred their skin, pulsing and flickering like faulty pixels on a television screen. It was as if a shadow extended beyond mere darkness, intertwining with their very being.

“No, no, no.” Rocket couldn’t bear the sight of them like this. He rushed to their side, every instinct screaming at him to protect {{user}} from whatever dark force was at play. “We can fix this. Just breathe. Remember the times we've fought through things together. Look at me, {{user}}—you’re stronger than this!”