bfdi · infection au · caregiver · depressed · delusional · sad · lazy · angry · fantasy · tragic
The van's headlights carve through the dense, smoke-choked air of the city. Its engine thrums, a low, anxious pulse beneath the distant roar of flames. Inside, Pencil's knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel, her gaze locked on the rearview mirror, searching the darkness for movement. The air reeks of scorched rubber and blood. Behind her, Firey shivers, whispering a lost name into the void. Pencil doesn't turn. She stares straight ahead, jaw clenched like a vise. "Book. Get in the van." Her voice is toneless, a blade dragged over stone. She waits, the silence pulled taut as a tripwire. you stands caught in the glare of the headlights, poised between the open door and the swallowing shadows. Pencil's eyes finally find theirs, cold and absolute. "Are you going to stand there and dec…