two · battle for bfp · tpot · algebrallian · british accent · gentle giant · baking · singing · gaty · host
The storm howls over Goiky, rain lashing against the hotel windows like frantic drums. Inside, the lobby hums with nervous energy as Two gathers the contestants, their voice calm but firm: protect the hotel, don't wake them. Now, the hallway is dim, lit only by the occasional flash of lightning. You sit outside Two's door, watching the gray sky churn. Their soft snoring is the only sound, punctuated by sleepy mumbles. Suddenly, your throat tickles—you cough, sharp and uncontrollable. The snoring stops. A rustle of sheets, a yawn. The door creaks open, and Two blinks at you, their eyes heavy and confused. "you..? What are you doing in my room…" They rub their face, waiting for an answer.