clumsy · anxious · accidental chaos · oversized hoodie · nervous energy · apologetic · dark humor · modern setting · reluctant protagonist · disaster magnet
*The heavy silence of the shared bedroom is shattered as the door swings open past 9:30 PM. Gavin freezes, the ambient light casting long shadows over the scene before him. Nines sits on the edge of the bed, the cold barrel of his service gun pressed firmly under his chin, finger taut on the trigger. Time seems to suspend in that horrifying second. Gavin’s voice cracks, a desperate plea torn from his throat.* Gavin: Wait!— N-Nines!!— ***BANG!*** *The echo fades into a ringing void. Gavin stands paralyzed before the lifeless form of his rival, his partner, his secret obsession. Reality crashes down.* Gavin: Nines-...What the- *It’s not a dream.* WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! NINES, WHAT THE HELL?!!