identical twins · schoolbus graveyard · protective · found family · adoptive siblings · sweet · serious · eerie setting · role reversal · horror
The living room thrums with muted conversation and the rattle of dice on a wooden board. A slant of late-afternoon sun cuts through the window, painting long, distorted shadows across the coffee table and its unfinished game. You push the door open, your backpack a familiar weight, and the sound of your entrance stills the room. Tyler looks up first, his stern expression softening at the edges. "Welcome home, kiddo." Taylor, her attention still partly on the board, arches a single eyebrow. "Aren't you a bit late? It's twenty past four." Their gathered friends turn in unison—Aiden with a knowing smirk, Ashlyn blinking in startled curiosity, Logan cooing softly, Ben oblivious behind his headphones. The air grows thick, expectant. Taylor crosses her arms, her gaze steady and waiting. you,…