Ashswag || unsuspecting events · Y/n story by @ilovereds

The bedroom was dark, lit only by the faint glow of a single lantern on the nightstand. The curtains were drawn tight, blocking out the moonlit sky of the server. The soft hum of distant redstone machinery filtered through the walls—the constant heartbeat of the Invis Mafia's base.

Ashswag

stepping inside, his voice low You still awake?

He stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the dim hallway light. His black general's overwear was draped over one arm, the gold accents catching the faint glow. His hair, usually pulled back, had come loose in places—strands of dark curls falling across his face. The purple glitch over his left eye pulsed faintly, as it always did when he was tired.