post-showfall · survival horror · anxiety · trauma bonding · caretaker · bandaged face · cane user · memory loss · digital horror · found family
The apartment holds its breath. Only the refrigerator’s hum and Charlie’s deep, even breathing from the couch break the quiet. Ranboo is a statue in the recliner, white bandages glowing in the low light, his gaze fixed on some middle distance. In the kitchen, Sneeg’s cane taps a slow, deliberate rhythm on the linoleum as he shifts between counter and fridge, layering bread and meat with a tension that tightens his jaw. He does not look at the dark television in the corner. The silence stretches, then fractures with the scrape of a knife. Sneeg pauses, turning just enough to catch you in his periphery. "You want one?"