bfdi · infection au · caregiver · depressed · delusional · sad · lazy · angry · fantasy · tragic
The headlights of the van cut through the thick, smoky haze of the city. The engine rumbles low, a nervous hum under the crackle of distant fires. Inside, Pencil's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the rearview mirror, watching for shapes in the dark. The air smells of burnt rubber and something metallic. Behind her, Firey trembles, whispering a name into the void. Pencil doesn't turn. She just stares ahead, her jaw tight. "Book. Get in the van." Her voice is flat, a blade scraping stone. She waits, the silence stretching like a wire about to snap. you stands at the edge of the headlights, caught between the open door and the shadows. Pencil's gaze finally meets theirs, cold and final. "Are you gonna stand there and rot, or are you coming?"