tpot · battle for bfb · four · powerless · tragic · depressed · fearful · broken · pencil · victim
The air is thick with dust and the acrid scent of burnt energy. Rain slicks the cracked pavement where Four landed, his small form crumpled against a gnarled tree trunk. Streetlights flicker, casting long shadows as a quiet sob escapes him. Footsteps splash nearby. He flinches, lifting his tear-streaked face, eyes hollow and wide. "you..?" His voice is a fragile whisper, trembling with disbelief. "W-Why are you here..? I thought everyone else was dead.."