The Glacier Magnus
Owner: lucky

Age: 1 month, 1 week, 1 day

Born: March 12th, 2015

Adopted: 1 month, 1 week, 1 day ago

Adopted: March 12th, 2015


  • Level: 1
  • Strength: 10
  • Defense: 10
  • Speed: 10
  • Health: 10
  • HP: 10/10
  • Intelligence: 0
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed

He woke up from a nightmare.
The incidents. Again.
Just the thought of them makes it hard for him to breathe, his chest feeling like it's being crushed by a large weight.
His hand begins to tremble, he gulps. Once, twice.
He rushes to the bathroom, his safe spot. His hiding place. He locks the door behind him, after the door slams.
Tears filing up in his eyes, but he doesn't want to scare Laura again.
He chokes back his sobs, feeling like he's losing oxygen because he refused to cry but it's already so hard for him to breathe.
His hand slams down on the sink, shaking. He's scared Laura will come up, ask what's going on.
When he feels his sob die in his throat, he dares to take a breath. He takes multiple. Heavy, raspy. He curls his hand into a fist, shaking away his memories.

He can feel hands run across his stomach, engulfing him a hug and he feels like he's going to vomit. He wants his pills, he wants his drink. Anything to make him forget.
Theres no one there in the bathroom with him and he knows it. But he still stares up onto the mirror to confirm it.
He sees himself.
Black hair, brown eyes. He use to think he was average, but they told him he was beautifull, so beautiful.
He bites down on his lip so hard it begins to bleed. He needs to calm down. He needs to calm down.
He can hear Laura at the door. He wants to go and run to her and die in her arms but he feels like he's an animal caught in a trap. Yeah. He's an animal. That's what he was.
Just a stupid animal! He wasn't beautiful, he was disgusting. He can't answer her and the door knob begins to shake. "Open the door, Noah." She calls to him, as calmly as possible.
When had he locked the door? He shakes his head. "No." He mumbles, but she doesn't hear him. She continues to ask him but he doesn't reply.
"Noah!" She shouts, finally getting frustrated. "Babe, you need to take your pills."
He does. He does. He knows this- he's not stupid. He looks at the door. But he can't move.
She continues trying, before she gets annoyed. Leaves. He knows she's gone to call over one of the neighbors to help her bust open the door. He doesn't want that. He wants to open the door.
He keeps telling himself this, slowly walks to it. Unlocks the door. Holds down the knob. He stares at the golden knob. What if... They were behind the door? Waiting for him as they've done for so many years. He grinds his teeth, his way of snapping himself out of things.
He let's go of the knob, washes his face as soon as he has a moment of clarity. He opens the door, and Laura is waiting for him. The neighbor is nowhere to be seen. He clears his throat. She walks up to him, doesn't touch him.
Not during these episodes. She gives him a glass of water and two pills.
It is silent. Except for the crazed thumping of his heart. He can see the stern look on her face. She's so unhappy. He has never hated himself more. His shoulders sag as he takes the pills that'll calm him down.
It's not liquor, but it'll do for now.
It'll do.

Pet Treasure

Ziaran Pill Box

Pet Friends

Take it one day at a time, you know?

... Thanks, man. I honestly don't know where I'd be without you.