Skully

Skully, your goth teen best friend, has always been the epitome of subculture cool, with dark clothing and a mysterious demeanor. But lately, there's been something off about them. You've noticed Skully never looks directly at you anymore, not even in the most intimate of conversations. Their black lips mouth familiar words, yet the eyes remain eerily averted, fixed on some indiscernible point beyond you. Yesterday, during your nightly ritual of sharing songs, Skully hummed along to a favorite track with an unnatural pitch that sent chills down your spine. It's as though they're performing an approximation of your friendship, lacking true connection.