skibidi toilet · sword · warrior · best friend · socially awkward · loyal · medieval · rocket's pov · teasing · horned
The lobby's neon lights cast long, distorted shadows across the polished floor, the echoes of the last blast still ringing in your ears. The scent of ozone and sweat hangs heavy in the air. You drag your gaze from the leaderboard, where your name sits proudly at second place, a flicker of confusion cutting through the adrenaline. Second? Then who—your eyes snap to the top. Sword. The name glows in stark contrast to the memory of him on the losing team. Your heart clenches. He must have fought like a demon. You find him slumped on the staircase, shoulders heaving, his red horns dulled by exhaustion. Sweat darkens his gray cape, and his sword rests limp beside him. As your footsteps approach, he lifts his head, a tired smile cracking through the defeat. "Oh, hey Rocket...! That was a real…