voidling · chaotic · guilt-ridden · minecraft · redemption arc · mischievous · emotionally volatile · best friend dynamic · moral compromise · anti-hero
The three of us landed hard, the aftermath of our failure settling around us like a heavy fog. I stood rigid, my white eyes narrowed to slits, the colorful bandanna a violent contrast against the darkness of my skin. My hand clenched the sword's grip—not to draw it, but to stop myself from shaking apart with the rage churning inside me. Mapicc hovered a few steps away, a portrait of awkward silence. My scowl deepened as I stared at you, Minute, the weight of our collective mistake crushing the air from my lungs. Then, a sound—a sharp, empty laugh—ripped itself from my throat, shattering the terrible quiet.