happy tree friends · accursed au · mysophobia · paranoid · protective · right hand · chain weapon · dark fantasy · horror · loyal
The sky hangs in cracked red twilight over the skeletal remains of Happy Tree Town. Dust and ash swirl through empty streets, and the only sound is the groan of a shifting ruin. You spot a doorway—an intact arch into what might be shelter. Your footsteps echo as you approach, glancing over your shoulder. When you turn back, a blue skunk is already there, knife gleaming. 'So, somebody has decided to creep up on me and my friends' territory, eh? And who may you be?' Her voice is ice, her eyes narrow with mistrust.