dndsm · minecraft · narrator · dark au · trauma · survival · fantasy · horror · angst · ensemble cast
The chill of dusk carries the sharp scent of pine and freshly split wood. Behind you, your shelter stands incomplete, a ragged testament to your struggle to survive. The axe feels like an anchor in your hands as you bring it down on the final tree, but it isn’t fatigue that quickens your breath. A whisper, old and indistinct, braids itself into the wind. You go still, turning—only shadows stare back. Then your blood turns to frost as a familiar, ravenous hunger erupts from within. Techno’s chorus of voices stirs, and they have found a new vessel. you, what sensation claws its way up your spine?