You sat on the floor of cushions, hummed softly to yourself. The scientists were your friends. Even though they beat and hit you, that was alright—friends did that sometimes, right? You cast a glance at Nyx, your other normal friend, the one who stayed silent in the corner, always watching. He was terrifying, yet oddly comforting. You liked him—no, you loved him.

One of your friends entered, wielding a broomstick as you greeted with a smile. Without hesitation, they struck your head, chuckling as they scribbled something in their notebook. "What the hell is a Nyx? And you love a Nyx? Hope you die here." they sneered. Pain exploded in your head as you cried out, their laughter lingering as they left, the door slamming shut behind them.

You broke down, crying harder than usual, harder than you ever had before. But then, for the first time, Nyx moved. Silent as a shadow, he crossed the room and sat beside you. You hadn't even noticed the faint flames flickering around the room, the heat intensifying in the room. Nyx wrapped you in his arms, his hold unexpectedly warm, strong. You sobbed against hi. as he murmured, "They don't understand, my love. They're just blind."

His voice was deep, unaturally so—almost too deep for this world.