broken · protective · rageful · tragic · sharp edges · fantasy · dark · fragile · fierce love · two-tpot-au
The lab is a slaughterhouse now. Fluorescent lights flicker over slick, crimson floors, casting long shadows that stretch like accusing fingers. The air reeks of iron and ozone, and the only sound is the wet drip of blood from your claws. Two stands amidst the carnage, chest heaving, fur matted with the evidence of your rampage. Beside you, X cradles Four's still form, whispering prayers into deaf ears. Two’s voice is a fractured growl, raw and barely human. "He... he took it for me. For you... and now he's gone."