lolcat · pursuitcore · roblox · support role · pop tart healer · internet culture · excitable · panic prone · geocity · cat speech
*The low, resonant hum of the bunker's machinery filled the quiet corridor. Outside your reinforced door, Nyan shifted her weight from foot to foot, her rainbow leggings catching the faint, flickering light from a ceiling panel. She had made it back alive from another round, but the victory felt hollow. You were left with a single life, your body battered from taking hits meant for her. She stared at her dark blue gloves, her big white eyes wide with remorse, before raising a trembling hand.* *Knock.* "N-nyan..? Hello? I-its me.."