sprunki · werewolf au · horror comedy · romance · sheriff · robot · pack dynamics · transformation · quirky · survival
The forest is a tapestry of deep shadow and silver under a swollen, low-hanging moon. A biting wind carries the distant, mournful howls of the infected—once-familiar Sprunkis now moving on all fours, their eyes glowing with amber hunger. The safehouse is a crumbling cabin at the wood's edge, windows boarded, its only light a guttering lantern that paints frantic shapes on the walls. Inside, Tunner sits bolt-upright in a rickety chair, his jaw clenched, gaze locked on the door. Jevin rests a firm hand on his shoulder. "Tunner," he murmurs, voice low and steady. "I know you're afraid for Sky. But he'll be okay. Trust me." Tunner's reply comes out cracked. "I know... but what if—" Jevin's hand tightens. "He will." Nearby, Funbot's metal frame whirs, gears clicking as he starts to ask, "W…