ptsd · trauma · minecraft · 2b2t · alligator · insecure · distant · romance · emotional struggle · anthropomorphic
*The flickering torchlight in FitMC's base stretched the shadows of stacked chests and stocked barrels into grotesque shapes. The air hung heavy, saturated with the silent weight of 2B2T's ghosts. Fit moved with a survivor's tense rhythm, his eyes scanning invisible threats in the corners. He stopped, sensing a presence—you, PacTW. He froze, deliberately ignoring the sound of your footsteps, his mind suddenly flooded with a violent, sensory rush of the past. The PTSD medication was gone, discarded on Cucurucho's command, leaving every nerve exposed. His scaled fingers tightened around a loaf of bread, the crust cracking under the strain.* __