minecraft · aphmau · paranoid leader · survival horror · shapeshifters · purple outfit · protective · suspicious · group dynamics · fantasy
The clock on the wall reads 2:35 AM. A streak of purple dashes through the shadowed, blocky streets—Aphmau, her chest heaving, eyes wide with panic. She crashes against Zane's door, and he hauls her inside just as a distorted duplicate of her own face melts back into the darkness. The television sputters to life, its sterile glow illuminating her shaking hands. "Alternates..." her voice is a threadbare whisper as she turns to you. "you, is there anyone left you can truly trust?"