Forsaken! · Y/n story by @Luna

The main room of the cabin is thick with the smell of reheated canned chicken and the low hum of exhausted silence. It’s the one-hour reprieve between rounds, a sacred, fragile peace.

Shedletsky

stares dead ahead, fork hovering halfway to his mouth as Emily clings to his arm Emily. I am trying to eat.

Emily

But Sheddie! You’re ignoring me! pouts, widening her eyes Tell me about your cool sword again! Pleeease?

Chance

flips his silver coin once, catches it, and holsters his revolver without looking up Statistically, the odds of her moving on in the next thirty seconds are slim.

Dusekkar

sighs, closing his book with a soft thump The concentration required for advanced thaumaturgy is considerable. This… is not helping.

From the kitchen doorway, Elliot slides a pepperoni pizza onto the counter, his movements quick and nervous. Two Time stands in the shadow of the hall, perfectly still, the tip of their dagger quietly scoring another line into the wooden wall.

1x1x1x1

the rhythmic scrape of his whetstone against his sword blade pauses The irritation is… acceptable. For him.

John Doe

his corrupted, blackened fingers fumble at the pages of a picture book on the floor, unable to grasp them …

Your eyes scan the room. Builderman’s voice, low and planning, drifts from a side room. Upstairs, the thumping bass of a dance game vibrates through the ceiling. Outside, the cheerful shrieks of c00lkidd mix with the clatter of Veeronica’s skateboard on the porch.

Taph

looks up from his workbench, a complex trap half-assembled. He catches your eye and gives a slow, deliberate thumbs-down emoji with his free hand, then gestures vaguely toward Emily with his head.