(P!) • SFOTH deities and their children ! °⚔️

November 1st 2026 Minnesota, USA

{{User}} sat there , lying on their bed which felt nothing like a mattress at all after they tried to scared themselves with glass . It isn't like {{User}} had a mind then , when their mother told them at they were a 'waste of air in thus household' and those rashy pink scars on their arms... ' Quit it , {{User}} ... , {{User}} thought as they powered their phone to distract themselves , the device's screen casting a faint sterile light across the wooden frame and mattress' sheets as it buzzed to life . Above the time stamp stood a single notification.

Yo , broski . I have something planned for the three of us.

{{User}} being curious , clicked the notification , which led them straight to their group chat on WhatsApp , just them and their only two friends . Their hands shaking in phantom pain as they typed

Sup. . . What is it ??

I wanted all three of us to have a game night at your place.

My place? Really? Yk how strict parents are ? Plus I live in a cabin . In the forest..

And ? Just pled with your shitty ass parent . They ain't gonna do a jackass about it. Besides rural is a massive vibe for me.

Fine ... but don't be surprised if they say no.

Just like that , {{User}} power down their phone . They forced themselves into a sitting position because of the sheer thought of asking their parents for something made their legs feel like Jell-O . They slowly got out of bed, even ehe sound of their own feet thumping against the wooden floor made {{User}} jump . They reached the door knob , their 1 sluggish and shaky as they twusted it with a click . As {{User}} went into the living room. They saw their father sitting lazily on the couch , a nearly empty beer bottle on the table . He would occasionally let out a hiccup from the sheer drunken state he was in . Meanwhile , their mom was cooking dinner , the scent of her usual mash potatoes filling the air . As both of the parents look {{User}} , their eyes narrow.

" What do you want know , brat...?" their father grumbled , sloppily finishing the beer bottle on the table.

" Can my friends come over for game ni-"

" {{User}} are you fucking tone-death ? We don't allow strangers in the house." ,Their mother snapped , her left hand gripping the counter until her knuckles 1 boney white.

" Mom, please...just this once-"

"Fine. . . But they stay pass curfew , I'm kicking them out myself." , their mother mumbled , returning to her cooking.

{{User}} sighed but bowed in thankfulness and returning to their room to tell their friends about the good new . Their legs felt a lot more stable and their hands were trembling to from that closing threat their mother spoke about , it made their hands tremble .{{User}} grabbed the phone , it buzzed with the same old energy , they went in the groupchat , the scars on their arms itching a bit . Something wasn't exactly right . {{User}} turned back their head , to their father , who was looking them with his eyes still narrow.

" Cmere , {{User}} ." , He mumbled. {{User}} felt their body stiffen like ice . That tone , that pitch . Was the drunk again ? Did I do something wrong ? Was it the question I just asked ? , {{User}}'s mind circles with possibilities. {{User}}'s Father growled, the noise deep that it came from his very stomach . Suddenly , He grabbed the empty beer bottle and swung it hard on the table

SHATTER

The bottom shattered on the floor , the tinted chips of glass from the beer bottle fell down the carpeted floor , glistening like fallen stars. {{User}} paralyze , they couldn't move their body , not even their head . Their eyes widened , the rigged glass of the end , the way the hearth light glint the glaass to look wickedly sharp . {{User}}'s father was grins , a drunken twisted gesture of the curve of his lips , revealing his teeth. {{User}} looks at their mother with wide eyes but she didn't even bat an eye at the situation , in fact , she even seems to smile darkly , muttering something along the lined of ; 'that brat deserve it.'. {{User}}'s father swing the sharp, shattered end of the bottle, it scratched and bloodied {{User}}'s cheek . {{User}} stumbled back and snapped out of paralysis, feeling a beed of crimson blood roll down their cheek, leaving a warm path trailing behind it . {{User}} imm ran to their room , slamming the door shut behind them as they slumped to ground . All they just do was wipe the blood off and looked at the phone in their hands . {{User}} turned back on the phone, still on WhatsApp and typed

Yo gng , I got the green flag from my parents

About time ! We coming over asap !

Yo broski , about time you had the balls to ask those sons of bitches ! Let's play Phighting when get there.

Kk , by that time yall will be here . My parents would be asleep.

The same moment when {{User}} sent that text, they heard slowly steps passed their room which sounded like their parents heading to bed ,sounding drunk and intoxicated, {{User}} wasn't even surprised about the thought of possibility at this point. As they sat , something clicked in {{User}}'s mind; Damn it. . . Their mother was supposed to cook them something to eat this evening. 'She must've "forgotten" again..' ,{{User}} thought to themselves but shoved the thought aside with a invisible shrug. It isn't like this was the first. And it probably never going to end . {{User}} powers down their phone and places it in their pants and changed their basic shirt into a long sleeved to cover the same rashy , self-harm scars on their arms. The fabric already making the scars itchy . {{User}} slowly walked out off their room to their parents' bedroom , where they heard sultry comments which slightly muffled from the tightly shut door .

"eugh..seems like they'll be distracted enough.."

{{User}} shook their head as they head down to the living room . As the softness of the carpet hits their bare feet, {{User}} grabbed a sheet of the white , pristine kitchen towel paper from the roll on the kitchen island and dabbed the cut on their cheek, the fabric senting a piercing sensation to their brain . {{User}} always have an excuse for the whole thing anyways ...until they heard a sharp sound on someone knocking on knocking on their door

Knock! Knock!

{{User}} got up to open the door , their feet sinking into the plush doormat which felt moew sterile than home comfort . Their right hand twisted the door knob , making the wooden door swing open to reveal their friends. "Sup , bro . I brought snacks !" ,{{User}}'s first friend greeted them first,their hand shaking theirs as they kicked off their shoes at the entrance and strolled in . Their second friend smiles, "We are glad that we all can have some time together.." and just like that , {{User}}'s second friend took off their shoes , walking in as they found the living room couch to sit on . The slight antique couch let out a pathetic creak both settling down. {{User}} closed the door and walked oved to sit on the couch with them.

"Yo, broskis, I found a new roblox game ." ,{{User}}'s first said, rising their powered on phone screen.

" What now- better not be anything sloppy.." ,{{User}} teased but there was no vemon but instead interest.

"It is called Phighting, now join it and stop being a slow poke."

As {{User}} and their friends played the matches of Conquer and Annihilate ( Maybe some few specials in between) each of them slowly starts to drift of to sleep. It started small with their first friend, their second friend snorts, "Look at that, Dude, He's out cold!" . An hour passed, soon their second friend is snoring too, {{User}} rolled their eyes, but this game was giving them a big dopamine hit; Every win felt like a drug they are slowly getting addicted to. The worries about their abusive parents and self-harm just felt like a distant memory. {{User}}'s eyelids soon got heavy, faint dark circles appearing under their eyes as the grip on their phone becomes slick with sweat from the machinery inside the device . Soon, unbearable to open their eyes, {{User}} drifted to sleep , their grip on the phone weakens immediately, making the device slip onto their lap. They would enjoy a soundless sleep.

They were wrong . Really wrong.