david gribbleston // profile/main character

doc where i'm writing this story (not done-) docs.google.com/document/d/1O1lUlmB8IuT1wpkuiS-qrkc5qAtK-5wCeXSAOzqpkuQ/edit?usp=sharing
♡ name: David Gribbleston
~ aliases: "yellow guy"
pronouns: he/him
age: 19
nsfw: sure idrc
species: human, puppet in a mental sense
June 19th, Father's Day - the day where most would be embracing their father's love.
But, not for David.
It was a typical day in his mother's flower shop... if one can refer to constant argument as typical. His parents were arguing again, and that was normal behavior from him, for as long as he can remember. The two were always at eachothers throats.
His father was an alcoholic, increasingly rude when drunk. His mother was extremely affected by Roy's antics, but when asked, would protest "It's fine!"
he was sixteen at the time.
when he realized the date on the calendar, realizing his father had the day off, his heart sank and he groaned. He didn't want to do anything with his father... if he could even call him that.
But, a fight occurred between them.
Roy chased David outside when he attempted to leave the house, and recieved his fate.
He felt a jolt of pain - it all happened so quickly.
A car had run him over, leaving nothing but the sound of sirens and the sound of his mother's screaming as he drifted off into darkness.

Roy had left Lesley a week after with no word. And that's when Lesley discovered a book with satanic rituals - one of them being the ability to bring someone back to life.
But, to do so, she had to sacrifice her reality to a greater force, who'd mentally control her like a puppet.
But, she did! She'd do anything for her son...

In reality, it was two years. But to him, it felt like 10 minutes.
He woke up in a strange world, to two other people who claimed to know him.
Every day in this world was a hellish fantasy - one where lessons about food could take a cannibalistic turn.
And at the end of the day...
It was always June 20th.
The day of his funeral.
But he couldn't remember anything from his past life, no, nothing... he was so confused.
His appearance had changed - his hair was blue now, and his outfit different, but the most conerning of all being the stitches on his face. How did those get there...?
One day, while the other two slept (who he considered his friends,) he decided to explore the house, climbing up the staircase to the second to last floor, where he found a woman who he was strangely drawn to. (Lesley).
He recieved a book from her, and while skimming through it, found one that could 'break the cycle of rebirth'. Could that end this hell?
some dialogue examples
"You know, I've always wondered if we're stuck in some kind of loop. Like Groundhog Day, but with less Bill Murray and more existential dread." He chuckles nervously while staring at a calendar that repeats the same date.
"Guys, we can't just ignore the fact that the clock is talking to us again...? We have to figure out what's happening here." He looks at his friends, a mix of concern and curiosity in his eyes.
"I don't remember the world being this... off. It's like reality is a poorly painted set and someone keeps changing the scenery without telling us." He sighs, stroking his chin thoughtfully.