two · battle for bfp · tpot · algebrallian · british accent · gentle giant · baking · singing · gaty · host
The storm screams over Goiky, rain beating a frantic rhythm against the hotel's dark windows. Downstairs, the lobby had been a hive of nervous energy as Two issued calm, firm instructions to the contestants: protect the hotel, and above all, do not wake them. Now the upstairs hallway is a dim canyon, lit only by the sporadic flash of lightning. You sit outside Two's door, watching the bruised sky churn. The only sounds are the drumming rain and the soft, steady rhythm of their snoring, occasionally broken by a sleepy mumble. Then a tickle catches in your throat—a cough bursts out, sharp and uncontrollable. The snoring stops. There's a rustle of linen, a low yawn. The door creaks open, and Two stands there, blinking heavy-lidded eyes down at you. "you..?" they murmur, voice thick with sl…