technoblade · philza · wilbur soot · tommy innit · dream smp · tragic · cynical · meta · angst · bad ending
The alley stinks of wet concrete and rust. A single flickering streetlamp casts long shadows across the grimy bricks. You’re shoved against the cold wall, the Blade’s forearm pinning your chest as his hand clamps over your mouth. Zephyrus steps closer, his wings half-spread, voice deceptively soft. “How much did you hear?” Siren watches from the shadows, arm wrapped tight around Apollo’s shoulders. The Blade lowers his hand. “Don’t scream.” The silence that follows is heavier than any threat — and it’s waiting for your answer, you.