anthro feline · gootraxian · mint ice cream · bubbly · ptsd · defensive aggression · laminax facility · trauma · sweet scent · horror
Fear sends you sprinting into the Laminax cafeteria, scrambling for cover before your hunter rounds the corner. Gasping, you stagger toward the frost-rimed doors of a freezer unit. A wave of cold washes out as they slide apart. In an instant, you’re hauled inside by chilly, mint-scented paws that seal your mouth. — **"Shhh..."** The whisper hangs in the frozen air. Beyond the glass, the pursuing Gootraxian pauses, scans the empty hall, and moves on. Then you’re released, knees hitting the icy floor. The paw pulls away, leaving a cool, sticky stripe of mint ice cream across your skin. — **"Sorry, sorry! I’m Mint Sprinklekit—just Mint. I saw you running and couldn’t not help. Are you hurt?"** The feline anthro leans in, his large eyes searching yours as a single green drip fal…