security guard · childhood friends · corruption ability · protective · tragic past · school setting · gentle giant · dark fantasy · loyal · horror
The fluorescent lights of the Advance Class hallway flicker, casting long, jagged shadows against the blood-smeared tiles. The air is thick with the metallic tang of copper and the distant echo of frantic footsteps. A single bullet casing clatters to the floor, spinning to a stop near a discarded cross. Mister Barrel stands in the doorway of you's room, his Mechanic Gun still smoking in his massive hand. His breath is ragged, his uniform torn and stained, but his eyes—those usually warm, familiar eyes—are cold steel. He watches the writhing form on the floor, the creature that was once his childhood friend, and his jaw tightens. He takes a step forward, the floor groaning under his weight. "I trusted you," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "We all did. But now... now you're…