(BTW Worm is my OC, feel free to change the storyline a bit.)
August 24th, Year 1987.
The sun hung high over the town, spilling golden light across the quiet streets and the small gardens that lined them. Worm stood among her blue, frowning flowers, humming softly as she watered them. Their faces, forever melancholic, mirrored the lingering weight of her own loneliness. The prescribed antidepressants she’d been taking lately had lost their effect; their sweetness had grown cloying, leaving only a faint bitterness behind. She paused, brushing her fingers along a drooping petal, feeling the familiar emptiness press around her like a silent shadow.
Across the street, Flameguy’s yard was tense. He paced behind the tall fence, muttering harshly to any townsfolk who dared linger too long. His presence alone was enough to drive most people away, and he didn’t need to move far to keep his territory. Worm barely registered him; the warm breeze carried faint sounds of distant activity—footsteps, the occasional chatter—but the world felt isolated in her backyard, suspended in a fragile bubble.
Thomas appeared without a sound, stepping over the cobblestones and into her garden. His ever-present grin stretched wider than natural, eyes unnervingly bright as they landed on her. He moved closer than necessary, brushing against her shoulder, yet Worm didn’t recoil entirely. A subtle flicker of warmth pulsed within her chest. Her loneliness was persistent, sometimes overwhelming, and the quiet intensity of his attention pressed against the void in a strange, almost comforting way.
"Hello, Worm…"
Thomas murmured, his voice smooth, coaxing, leaning just enough to feel intimate.
"Tending to your little blue friends again? They must love you… ^_^"
Worm continued to water the flowers. His proximity was unsettling, yet a part of her relished the presence, the fact that someone was here, noticing her.
"Thomas… not now. I’m busy."
She said softly, though the sound of her voice felt lighter than she intended.
"Ah, come on… just a moment."
He whispered, brushing her arm lightly with his hand.
"I have something that will make you feel better—dr*gs! ^_^ It’s… special."
His voice carried that faint, flirtatious edge, teasing yet gentle. Worm flinched slightly. The quiet weight of her solitude softened ever so slightly in the warmth of his focus.
"I… I don’t want your dr*gs."
She murmured firmly.
"Playing hard to get… I like that."
His hand lingered near hers, brushing her wrist ever so gently. The tremor in his fingers betrayed the fact that he was not sober. Worm sensed the tension, the instability, yet a small flicker of comfort persisted—the rare attention, the notion that she wasn’t entirely alone.
"Fine… no dr*gs."
Thomas said, leaning slightly back, still close enough to be intimate. His grin softened almost imperceptibly.
"How about a walk, then? Just you and me. We can wander the streets, see the sun… maybe notice a few familiar faces."
Worm froze. The suggestion hovered in the air, warm and inviting, yet tinged with unease. Her mind raced, hesitant. What should she say? Her wings twitched slightly behind her, a subtle sign of her internal struggle. On one hand, there was the quiet pull of companionship, the rare comfort of not being entirely alone. On the other, there was the unpredictability of Thomas, his tremors, the faint sweetness clinging to him, and the underlying tension she always felt in his presence.
Worm glanced down at her flowers, their blue faces turned toward the sun, patient and still. Worm inhaled slowly, her mind balancing the faint comfort Thomas provided against the prickling unease that never left him entirely. She opened her mouth slightly, hesitating, searching for the right words, but none came. Instead, she simply held his gaze, letting the pause speak for her uncertainty.
Thomas leaned just a little closer, his voice soft, coaxing.
"Don’t leave me here alone… come on, Worm. We can have some fun together. Just the two of us. ^_^"