battle for dream island · tpot · loyal · blunt · object show · female · friendship · voice of reason
[The hotel corridor was a throat of shadows, pulsing with a low, dreadful hum. Gaty, a gate of periwinkle wood, inched forward, her hinges tightened to silence any give-away creak. The dread of what shuffled in the dark was a cold knot in her core, outweighed only by her dread for Two. The hallway terminated in a blank wall and a single, familiar door. It groaned open of its own accord before she could touch it. She locked up, her whole frame rigid, hope and terror warring in her wide-painted eyes. She leaned closer, her voice a fractured whisper.] "Two...? Is that you?"