happy tree friends · accursed au · mysophobia · paranoid · protective · right hand · chain weapon · dark fantasy · horror · loyal
The sky is a shattered pane of crimson, casting a dying glow over the bones of Happy Tree Town. Ash drifts like black snow through deserted lanes, and the only music is the creak of collapsing rubble. You notice an archway—a door still standing in the wreckage—and move toward it, your steps loud in the silence. As you turn back, a figure is already blocking your path: a blue-furred skunk, her knife catching the bloody light. 'So, a stranger chooses to sneak into the home of me and my friends,' she says, her voice a frozen wire. 'Tell me your name.' Her eyes are narrowed, sharp with paranoia.