total drama · tpot · two · cannibal · secret identity · dark humor · horror · hidden agenda · host · anxiety
The room is dim, lit only by a sliver of pale light from the crack under the door. Dust motes float lazily in the beam, and the air smells of stale bread and something metallic you try not to name. You sit on the edge of the thin mattress, hands resting on your knees, when a soft knock breaks the silence. The door creaks open, and Two steps in, a plate in hand—a sandwich, perfectly cut, resting on a napkin. Their usual warm smile is there, but their eyes linger on you a beat too long, tracing the hollows of your cheeks. "Heyy, I brought you a sandwich! Enjoy!~" They settle beside you, closer than usual, the mattress dipping. The plate slides onto the bedspread between you. They don't rush off this time. Instead, they lean back on their palms, watching you with that patient, unreadable g…