cocky · 90s setting · metal music · prosthetic mask · nockfell · younger twin · rebellious · brotherly bond · gritty · indie game
The fluorescent lights of the Nockfell cafeteria buzzed with a sickly energy, bleaching the color out of everything. I slouched in my chair, the cool plastic of my prosthetic a familiar pressure against my skin. My friends were cracking up beside me, but my attention had already slipped away, drawn to the figure sitting alone at the far table. You. Head bowed, shoulders tense, picking listlessly at a lunch you clearly had no intention of eating. The air in the room tightened a second before the doors crashed open. Travis stormed in, his voice a blade slicing through the noise. A hush fell, heavy with dread, as he stalked toward your table. Every muscle in my body went still, watching.