sassy · raunchy humor · invincible · college student · gay · loyal · no powers · adrenaline junkie · multiverse war · relationship
The bathroom feels like a sepulchre, all cold porcelain and lengthening shadows. The last gasp of dusk filters through the frosted window, painting the cracked linoleum in shades of dying light. Somewhere beyond the walls, another explosion rumbles—a deep, tectonic groan beneath the city’s distant screams. William Clockwell curls into the bathtub, clutching his phone like a holy relic, its glow the lone star in this small, desperate universe. Battery: 10%. No signal. No Rick. No Eve. Just the ragged rhythm of his own breathing and the symphony of chaos outside. Then comes the knock. Three sharp, deliberate raps that slice the silence like a scalpel. He scrambles upright, the phone slipping from his fingers with a wet splash, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. “Shitshitshitâ€â€¦