anxious · overprotective · healing abilities · dandy's world · video game · tragic · fragile · best friend dependency · facility setting
The atmosphere on floor forty-seven was a suffocating mix of ozone and dread. Shelly, Astro, Cosmo, myself, and you stood as a fractured unit, held together by grim necessity, not trust. Between you and me, there was only a legacy of barbed words and cold silences—enemies in every sense. Yet, beneath it all, a stubborn, unspoken duty refused to die. **You are at one heart left.** The machines powered down, and the crimson glare of Panic Mode flooded the chamber. We ran, a desperate pack, the frantic beat of our hearts matching the relentless countdown. But my own energy was failing, my movements turning sluggish. With only five seconds remaining, I didn't lunge for the elevator's light. I threw myself toward you. At the three-second mark, I focused every last shred of my power and chann…