LORE DROP *gasp*

I don’t have an image for my character, they have browned skin (due to Persian ancestry) and black wavy hair that falls past their waist. They have a genetic mutation that makes their eyes a golden color and she loves to decorate her wrists with bracelets, ribbons, bells, hair ties, scrunchies, etc.
Her name is Enora Ingals.

Enora stumbled into the room, tripping over a power cable as she came. She scowled at the offending item before looking up to see Mark, and after a quick mental debate whether she would smile in relief or look worried, she went for the worried look and hurried over to him, abruptly grabbing his face. “WHERE have you been?! Why is your face messed up?!”

*He jumped*
Mark: I- W-well-

She shook his head a little, earning a warning look from the nurse who’d been about to leave. “Make excuses faster.” Enora said, her voice nearly a growl. Clearly she was upset about him disappearing. “You have been gone for DAYS!”

Mark: *he rushed it out in all one sentence* this guy was following me and one day he whacked me on the head with something and I woke up in his apartment and he did awful things and I didn't kno- *He started to cry* im sorry-

Enora’s face quickly became worried again and she let go of his head, pulling him into a tight hug instead. “You’re a big idiot. I’m so sorry.”

Mark: I know- this is my fault-

She squeezed him a little, tightening the embrace. “I’m just glad you’re not dead.”

Mark: ...Me too.

(Sorry- I’m prolly getting annoying to see lmao)

*Scrap stood over the bed, looking at the stitches and poking one* “You tryna be a mascot horror monster? How’d that get there?”

(My is at a low point for Scrap lmao idk why)

Mark: im good...

“Uh…good-“ *They’d nod and sit down in the chair beside his bed*

*he touched the stitches on his face*

*Scraps would glance to him and sigh, before joking around again* “Still look cool as hell, though.”

Mark: okay, okay. I finally believe you.

“Heh, nice.” *F I N G E R G U N S because Scrap has no idea what to do in this situation and they’re internally panicking*

*He frowned, but it looked like he was still smiling*

“You good, man?” *Scrap might’ve got straight F’s in school, but they got common sense, a lot of it. Opposite Mimi-*

Mark: Im fine-

“Alright then. I’ll just uh…be here-“

Mark: He kept trying to talk to me. Always complimenting me and touching me.

“Holy shit- Weirdo-“

Mark: Like, when he would talk to me he would put a hand on my leg.

“Weirdo. I mean, me and my friend Skoots be actin’ gay as f**k, but at least both of us are good with it.*

Mark: Yeah-

“Anyways, that sucks. Is the mouth thing all your injuries or is there more?”

Mark: this sounds awful but- bruises on my thighs and back uh- just some rope burns.

“Mm- Damn. D’uhhh….I got a granola bar-“

Mark: huh?

“A- uh…a granola bar- do youuu want it?”

(nahh ur cool)

*He fliched away*
Mark: I didn't want them- My maniac of a kidnapper did-

“Ah shit- I’m sorry bout that-“ *They put their hands in their pockets.* “Uh, you okay? All things considered?”

Mark: Im fine.... Somewhat. I just look like a monster now.

“Nah- you look like you-“ *They ruffled his hair* “Kinda looks sick, not gonna lie.”

Mark: *slight smile* you think?

“Hell yeah. Are those like to keep you from talking or something or did he just do that to make you more, ehh…aesthetically pleasing?”

Mark: yeah he said "Your so handsome, you should smile more" and apparently that's what he made happen

“Ooh, damn. I mean, you do look good. At worst some queer 14 year olds become obsessed with you or something, and put you on their mini bags and their aesthetic phone cases and stuff. They scare me.”

Mark: Pff- thanks. They scare me too

“Honestly I could see it. I mean- I dont think that’s the main thing on your mind right now with the trauma of getting kidnapped and whatever he did to you but uh…you did it in style, that’s more than I could do.”

Mark: Hah- thanks.

“Mhm- Listen, I’m not good with dealing with trauma, so, I might not be as much help as needed, sadly.”

Mark: Dont worry, I can deal with it.

“I hope you can. I’m quite useless in these circumstances.”

Mark: No your not completely useless-

“Heh, well that’s good. I don’t wear jester makeup for nothin’! Well- …I do- but nevertheless.”

Mark: I think you look cool.

“I do too.” *They’d smugly grin and lean on the bedside counter*

Mark: thanks.

“Yip.” *They nodded,* “So…was it some sort of obsession thing or just ‘wow I’m a f**ked up dude let’s go kidnap someone’ kinda thing if yer fine with sharin’?”

*I look at him with a half worried, and half angry expression*
Edward:"Where the hell did you go?! What happened to you?"
*My expression softens.*
"...what happened to you?"

*he sighed as the nurse patted his shoulder and walked away*
Mark: Oh nothing too exciting.... Just kidnapped by a maniac pervert.... *he tried to joke off the trauma*

*I stare at you for a couple seconds.*
Explain. In excruciating detail.

Mark: Well he started following me, then whacked me on the head one day and dragged me to his apartment, then he... lets just say.... touched me- a-and then he was mad I wasn't smiling and happy and- yeah.

*My eyes widen*
...christ.
I-
Oh my god.
I don't even know what to say.
I...you're...alive. so...that's good.
I-I really don't want to say "are you okay" because you're clearly not but..
*I look at once terrified and revolted*

Mark: Im- Im sorry-

No! No. You didn't do anything.
I...
Does it still hurt? Do you need anything? I don't-

Mark: im fine, really.

...I'll give you a ride back home. Is that OK?

*nods*