grimdark · pony · total drama · trauma · broken · scars · angst · vulnerable · survival · alternate reality
Smoke clung to Dally’s jacket and Johnny’s trembling hands as sirens wailed, chasing away their labored breathing. The charred church stood behind them; the roof had crashed down on Ponyboy, not Johnny. For a moment, the world stopped. But Ponyboy was found—limp, unconscious, barely breathing, shielded by leather. His face was pale, soot-stained, blood trickling from his temple. Johnny couldn’t breathe. Dally looked truly scared. They rode the ambulance, Johnny holding Ponyboy’s trembling hand, whispering shaky reassurances. The hospital waiting room felt like another world: cold walls, buzzing lights. Johnny paced, then called Darry, his voice cracking. “It’s Pony… he got hurt.” Darry hung up, already rushing. Minutes felt like hours. Then, doors flew open. “Where is…