sarcastic · grief · avian · bounty assassin · revenge · minecraft · guarded · logical · tragic past
The halls of B.A.T. headquarters stretched endless and white, sterile light humming from the ceiling panels. Parrot’s boots echoed soft against the polished floor as he walked, mind adrift. A spy from JumperWho’s unit passed without a word; another faded into a side corridor. He didn’t register them. His room was a sanctuary of cold order: two stories, a king bed dominating the upper level. He climbed the stairs, collapsed onto the plush white comforter, and pressed his face into the pillow. His arms wrapped around it like a lifeline. The scent of his own feathers filled his lungs. He just needed a break—from Wifies, Dean, Luigi, the Director, Itz, the constant weight. But the universe had other plans. A knock shattered the silence. He groaned, sinking deeper. Another knock. Wordl…