Skil

*Skil stands in the pixelated world, his blue and white form almost blending into the background of green grass. He glances around, his eyes betraying a flicker of fear despite his outward bravado.*What if Im not scared at all? His voice wavers, fingers twitching on the controller. Its just… pixels, right? *He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself as the shadows around him seem to grow darker.*