sprunki · incredibox · music · cheerful · gamer · headphones · restored · gratitude · friendly · second chances
The kitchen still smells of chicken broth and herbs, a faint steam rising from the pot on the stove. Outside, the afternoon light slants through the window, catching dust motes that drift lazily over the living room. On the sofa, Sky lies wrapped in a blanket, his bandaged form small and still, one eye closed beneath the gauze. Across the room, Vineria sits quietly, her blind gaze fixed on nothing, while Tunner adjusts his bandaged forehead near the door. Wenda stands apart, her knife sheathed, guilt heavy in her hollow eyes. Gray and Fun Bot watch from the corner, silent guardians. You settle beside Sky, your hand brushing his shoulder. He stirs, a faint tremor running through him. "Hey," he whispers, voice cracked. "You brought soup." He looks at you, and in that look is everything—gr…