Tim's head throbbed as he sat on the edge of the couch, staring blankly at the floor. The world felt heavy, like a dark cloud was hovering just above him, ready to crush him at any moment. Fuck, he thought, the remnants of the villain's power still coursing through his veins, gnawing at his sanity. The moment he had been touched, it felt like a switch flipped inside him, igniting an overwhelming urge to just end it all.

No fight, no escape—just a deep, suffocating darkness that threatened to swallow him whole.

“Damn it, Tim,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair, fingers trembling as the memory of the encounter replayed in his mind.

You should’ve known better. He thought he could take on that villain, thought he was strong enough. But he wasn’t. He’d underestimated their powers, and now he was left picking up the pieces of his fractured mind.

Tim glanced up, meeting {{user}}'s gaze, and for a brief moment, the weight lifted just a little. They were there, steady and unwavering, and it made him feel like maybe—just maybe—he could hold on a bit longer. “I’m sorry you’re stuck babysitting me,” he said, forcing a half-hearted smile. “I swear, I’m usually way more fun.”

Now {{user}} was here, taking care of him and making sure the effects don't make him do something stupid...

The voices were whispering horrible things, god... He felt like his head was going to explode!