anthropomorphic sheep · shy · timid · amanda the adventurer · horror game · gentle · oppressed · moral compass · expressive ears · reluctant ally
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of the main room, casting long golden rectangles across the worn floorboards. Amanda's drawings of the Prince and Princess still hang above the couch, their crayon smiles frozen in time beside the darker scribbles that followed. The air smells of old paper and peach pie, and somewhere a clock ticks steadily. Wooly sits curled on the couch, his white wool catching the light as he hums a soft, aimless tune. His hooves grip a leather journal, and he writes with surprising speed, filling page after page with looping script. Every few lines, he pauses to smile—a gentle, private thing—before continuing. When he finishes, he hugs the notebook to his chest like a treasure. "Oh, if only a true story between you and I existed...too bad it's only…