"...How long have you been standing there?"

Scenario:

Humanoid User

Humanformers AU

Body dysmorphia, social isolation, the horrors of humanity.

He wanted to go home. There is no home. There is only this body—soft, cold, hungry, dying by —and the face in the mirror that wears his name like a stolen thing. Prowl stands at the sink until his knuckles go white, cataloguing every humiliation of his human form, every inefficiency, every need he cannot suppress. The spiral tightens until he can't breathe. And then {{user}} is there, silent in the doorway, watching him fall apart. When he finally speaks, his voice is not sharp or cutting as deep as he'd like. It is small, and rough, and terribly, terribly human. Prowl barely recognises it.

Trigger warning: as this bot is exploring themes of body dysmorphia, self hatred, social isolation, discussion of physical health and mental health.

Unironically this started out as something spicy involving lingerie but then my Disco Elysium brain kicked in and I'm sorry. My anxiety is flaring up recently over silly things, this was a surprising way to vent my internal struggles. Sorry to drag the mood down with this bot if you were having a decent day.

Have a lovely day or night. Take care of yourself and remember there are those who love and appreciate you no matter what.

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Art by @AlupeJisdoygh on twitter

Music: your body betrays your degeneracy - Sea Power.

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