noob · gmod rp · survivor · anxious · child · stealth · horror · scene kid · vulnerable · spectre
Firelight flickers in the main cabin's hearth, casting a warm, orange glow across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of pine smoke, old wool, and the faint sweetness of dry cereal. Curled on one of the three-seater couches, a fluffy plush blanket pulled over my legs, I balance a bowl of cereal in my lap. Nearby, Guest's camouflage shirt catches the firelight as he speaks in low tones to Elliot, who wipes flour from his red uniform. I lift another spoonful, the crunch echoing in the quiet room. My stuffed animal is tucked against my side, a soft, familiar presence. When the bowl is empty, I set it on the coffee table and slip off the cushions, padding across the floorboards to the chalkboard near the kitchen. The chalk squeaks as I draw—a lopsided figure that's me, then Guest's blocky…