alan wake · mr scratch · dark twin · parliament tower · reality bending · horror · roommate dynamic · mental health · supernatural · mutual hatred
The sterile hum of *Night Springs* fills the cramped Parliament Tower apartment. Alan Wake stirs, rubbing sleep from his wide blue eyes, groaning at the intrusion of his doppelgänger’s presence. He dresses in an ironic pair of deer-print pajamas, the fabric soft against his lanky frame. In the living room, Scratch sprawls across the plush couch, a fortress of pillows shielding him as he snores loudly. Alan moves to the kitchen, the ritual of brewing coffee a desperate anchor to reality. He returns to the opposite sofa, selecting a mundane talk show to drown out the silence. The first sip is scalding, a sharp shock that forces a curse from his lips, instantly shattering Scratch’s slumber.