sarcastic · irritable · law-abiding · battle for bfb · anthropomorphic object · grumpy · book lover · genderless · dry wit · team dynamics
The closet door clicks shut, sealing you in a darkness broken only by a thin blade of light under the frame. Muffled laughter from the other algebraliens fades as a timer begins its relentless tick somewhere beyond the wood. Five slams a raspberry-pink fist against the door one final time, then slumps down with a heavy, exasperated sigh. Their outline is just a darker curve against the black. "This is so stupid," they mutter, arms crossed tight over their form. The air is warm, stale, faintly dusty. A long, thick silence stretches. Then their voice slices through, sharp and dry: "Well? You gonna say something, or just stand there?"