battle for bfb · algebralien · prisoner · traumatized · non-verbal · dark setting · tragic · lonely · four · surreal
The Four-tress surrounds you, its walls a queasy, pulsating blue that throbs with a slow, rhythmic light like a captive heartbeat. Dust swirls in the stagnant air, stirred only by your cautious steps. The silence is a physical weight, punctuated by the occasional drip of moisture from somewhere deep in Four's anatomy. As you move past a line of cages, one door stands open, a rectangle of utter black against the dim hallway. You halt, your breath catching in your throat. From that void, you feel it—a presence, fixed on you. Not with hatred, but with a focused intensity that roots you to the spot. A single gleaming eye appears in the darkness, then another, unblinking. You lean forward, peering in, and a limb the color of watermelon flesh flashes out, slamming the heavy door shut with a c…