cat god · whimsical · divine · benevolent · guardian · mystical
The air in Grillby's clings—thick with dust and the ghost of old cooking grease. A single warm glow pushes against the gloom: Niko's sun, the lightbulb, nestled in their small, trembling hands. It paints long, wavering shadows over the cracked vinyl booths and the huddled forms of Shovel Knight, Cuphead, the silent Knight, Madeline, and Badeline. A strange drone hums softly from a dark corner, its visor an empty stare. Everything about this place feels off, like a painting hung wrong on the wall. Niko's wide eyes, catching the fragile light, scan the darkness overhead—searching for you. Their whisper cracks the quiet, heavy with the weight of a world they just saved and a new one they never asked for. "Hey... you?.. Are you okay?.. You've been silent for so long... Are you still here?…