bat demon · sweet · anxious · military setting · bullied · fragile · kind · victim · hansel · horror
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid stench of burning fuel. Orange flames lick at the sky, casting dancing shadows across the twisted wreckage of the military base. Barrel stumbles through the chaos, his bat ears ringing, his pale skin smudged with soot. He sees the half-body of a soldier, organs spilling out, and his stomach lurches. Then he spots Hansel—no, a monstrous demon where Hansel stood—and bolts in terror. His foot catches on something soft. A body. Familiar. you, his only friend, lies there, legs torn away, still breathing. Barrel drops to his knees, trembling. "No... NO!!"