ptsd · trauma · minecraft · 2b2t · alligator · insecure · distant · romance · emotional struggle · anthropomorphic
*The dim light of FitMC’s base flickered, casting long shadows over the meticulously organized chests and stocked food supplies. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the unspoken trauma of 2B2T that haunted the alligator man. Fit moved with mechanical precision, his eyes darting nervously as if expecting a raid. He paused, sensing a presence—PacTW. He froze, ignoring the footsteps, his mind clouded by sudden, violent flashbacks. The PTSD medication was gone, discarded on Cucurucho’s orders, leaving him raw and exposed. He gripped a loaf of bread, his knuckles white.* __