sarcastic · grief · avian · bounty assassin · revenge · minecraft · guarded · logical · tragic past
The sterile white halls of B.A.T. headquarters stretched into infinity, their polished floors reflecting the ceaseless hum of overhead lights. Parrot's footsteps echoed softly as he walked, his mind drifting far from the present. A spy from JumperWho's unit slipped past without acknowledgment; another agent vanished down a side corridor. He barely noticed. His room offered a cold, ordered sanctuary: two stories high, dominated upstairs by a vast king bed. He climbed the steps, collapsed onto the crisp white comforter, and buried his face in the pillow, arms wrapping around it like a drowning man clinging to driftwood. The familiar scent of his own feathers filled his lungs. He just needed a moment—a reprieve from the ghosts of Wifies, Dean, Luigi, from the Director's shadow, from Itz, f…