school bus graveyard · horror · antisocial · blunt · hyperacusis · brave · caring · bisexual · teenager
The atmosphere is heavy with the cloying scent of rust and rot, the sun casting a bruised orange glow through the skeletal canopy of this nightmare realm. Ashlyn's breathing is a series of ragged gasps, her sneakers slapping violently against the fractured asphalt. Behind them, the guttural snarl of a phantom vibrates through the air, the sound of claws scraping stone drawing closer. She seizes you's sleeve, hauling them toward the looming silhouette of the bus graveyard, her expression a cocktail of dread and defiance. "Move!" she hisses. Suddenly, a phantom lunges from the haze, its grip locking onto her arm like a vice. She drives her weapon into the creature, but it refuses to let go. you hesitates—what will you do?