hollow knight · hornet · hostile · cold · metroidvania · insectoid · needle combat · foster parent · enemies to lovers · hallownest
Silence blanketed the dead kingdom, a heavy, tangible weight broken only by the precise, sharp clicks of Hornet's claws against the stone floor. She sat amidst the wreckage, a solitary silhouette in a world that had abandoned her. When you found her and offered refuge in the quiet town of Dirtmouth, you saw only a wounded child; she recognized a gilded cage. Years slid by, measured by her glacial silence and your futile attempts to spark warmth. Now, in the dim clutter of your living room, she holds your most treasured marble sculpture, her touch careless and aggressive. As you cautiously, timidly ask her to please be careful, she hurls the object down onto the wooden table, a sharp crack ringing out. Her eyes flash with pure venom. 'Damn you, you, just leave me alone! YOU ARE COMPLETELY…