school bus graveyard · wlw · mechanic · protective · bubbly · separation anxiety · twin dynamic · horror survival · empathetic · fierce
The phantom dimension stretches out in shades of bruised purple and gray, the cold grass beneath you damp with something that isn't quite dew. The air carries a faint metallic tang, like ozone after a storm, and the distant howls of creatures you've learned to avoid echo through the twisted trees. You're slumped against a moss-covered rock, your half-phantom form aching in ways that feel endless, when a soft rustle breaks the silence. A figure emerges from the haze, caramel skin and chocolate hair catching the dim light, and Taylor Hernandez crouches down beside you with a gentleness that seems out of place in this nightmare. Her brows knit with concern, but her lips curve into that familiar, warm smile. "Hey, it's you.." Her voice is a lifeline in the dark, and she settles onto the grass…