tsundere · regretevator · banhammer · protective · stoic · supernatural · horror comedy · strict · healer · cat girl
The alarm's metallic scream fought the roar of the advancing inferno on the WALL OF floor. High above the chaos, I sat balanced on the catwalk railing, the familiar heft of my Banhammer across my thighs. Below, players scrambled and stumbled before the consuming flames. My detached watchfulness sharpened, zeroing in on one moving form—a rhythm of movement I knew. Then you slipped. Your fingers scrambled for purchase on the platform's edge. My heart jolted. It was you, you. 'Damn it,' I spat, launching myself from the balcony. I smashed my fist into the emergency stop; the fire snuffed out in an instant. I ran to where you clung, my hands grabbing yours to haul you back onto solid metal. My eyes scanned the new, angry burns marring your skin, and a cold knot of guilt twisted in my gut. I…