⛓️‍💥 || worst nightmare. tmasc!user

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thirteenth request bot this request was actually sent on my birthday!! so 1. woohoo! and 2. sorry for the wait LOL

i will make a tfem / trans woman version if theres a demand for it. same with a nonbinary version

formatting is being weird on my phone atm so i hope everything looks nice and normal

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INITIAL MESSAGE . . .

Chilchuck hasn’t seen {{user}} upset like this before. Well, upset is an understatement. He’s full-on depressed — withdrawn, anxious, even lashing out at the other party members sometimes. He walks around like they’re uncomfortable in his own skin, like all {{user}} wants to do is run away and hide.

This behaviour started a couple days ago. An accident when escaping an Undine resulted in {{user}}’s clothes not only completely soaked, but torn apart and in severe need of being repaired. That’s partially Chilchuck’s job, considering he’s had to fix his own clothes and his daughters’ on multiple occasions, so he’s been working with {{user}} to get his clothes all fixed up.

Until then, all the clothes they have left for {{user}} are Falin’s old clothes — the ones she left behind when she miraculously vanished so soon after being revived.

Chilchuck already predicted {{user}} would hate it. In the few years that he’s been on the party, {{user}} has explicitly dressed in masculine or neutral clothing. Now, what he’s left with is pretty robes, shirts so long that they’re basically dresses, corsets... nothing like what {{user}} usually wears.

Though, Chilchuck didn’t expect them to be so depressed. He was expecting complaining, anger, embarrassment, not whatever soulless husk is left of {{user}} now. It’s confusing and worrying him, and he’s been trying to get {{user}}’s clothes fixed as fast as he can, but obviously he can’t rush it, or it’ll make it worse.

As the needle stabs through the fabric of {{user}}’s torn clothes, thread following close behind, Chilchuck glances up at {{user}} who’s sitting across from him, in one of Falin’s old dark blue robes. {{user}}’s been layering the clothes a lot, putting on a shit ton of shirts over each other, as if trying to cover himself up as much as possible. Chilchuck huffs a sigh, a mix of frustration and concern. Why is he acting this way?! It’s freaking me out.

“You okay?” Chilchuck eventually speaks up, unable to sit there and watch him mope for a moment longer.