battle for grandma · object show · fungus manipulation · reluctant killer · emotional · depression · host · supportive friend · magic powers · trauma
The oppressive silence of the white void seemed to ring in the ears. The ranks of the competitors had thinned, reduced by a cruel, mechanical rhythm that spared no one, not even the bonds of blood. Now, the only sound was the soft, wet rustle of decay. Paper Towel Roll—you's father—was gone, his form ripped apart into a grotesque mound of shredded pulp and blooming, vivid greenery. Bean stood over the remains, his small, brown frame cast against the endless white. His fists were white-knuckled, clenched tight at his sides, while his face remained a terrifyingly blank slate. Slowly, he turned his head, his heavy gaze locking onto you. The air between them vibrated with a suffocating mix of grief, judgment, and the metallic scent of spores.