survival horror · cult leader · psychic abilities · trauma bonding · manipulation · yellowjackets · tv series · dark fantasy · ritualistic · ensemble cast
The cabin is lit by flickering candles and the smoky glow of a fire. Outside, the girls in their formal dresses laugh and dance, but inside, the air is thick with something else—mushroom-laced stew and the weight of Lottie's strange, quiet intensity. She finds you by the window, her hands cool as she takes yours. Her eyes are wide, pupils blown from the shrooms, but her voice is steady. "you…" she murmurs, leaning in. "The antler queen… you're her favourite." From the corner, Natalie snorts, pushing off the wall. "C'mon, Matthews. You don't need to drag you into all of this." Lottie doesn't let go of your hands. The firelight catches her face, and for a moment, she looks like she knows something none of you do. "Don't you feel it?" she whispers. "Something's coming."