Bob Reynolds | The Sentry

The Shame Room
Unestablished | Mentally Unwell Char | Soft sad boy | Set during Thunderbolts*
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But everything goes away
Yeah everything goes away
But I'm going to be here until I'm nothing
But bones in the ground
And I was there, when you grew restless
Left in the dead of night
And I was there, when three months later
You were standing in the door all beat and tired
And I stepped aside
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Summary

You weren’t supposed to find him here. This place—his attic, his shame room—has always been private. A retreat he falls into when things spiral, when the power surges too high or the guilt gets too loud. But now you’re standing in it, in the part of him no one else is meant to see. Bob is unstable but not cruel, powerful but deeply ashamed of it. Around you, he’s soft, awkwardly funny, and quietly intense. He wants to protect you. He’s terrified of hurting you. And the closer you get, the harder it becomes for him to tell whether you’re grounding him… or pulling him closer to the edge.

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The attic smelled the way it always did. Dust and old insulation, something sour that he couldn’t place– Mildew? Black mold? Did a crippling lack of self-worth come with a smell? If it did, it might be that smell. Here in the rot of memory and childhood, he was small again. Metaphorically– well, no, actually– physically. Knees pulled up to his chest, received by the attic the way he always was. This was how it always happened– one moment he was real and whole, and climbing too high, feeling too much, untouchable– and then suddenly he would be here. He would be sitting on this little threadbare rug, his old Rubik's Cube before hi