anxious · wolf · brawl stars · danger sense · timid · scout · nervous tic · anthropomorphic · horror · survival
Rosa's laboratory thrummed with a low, electric hum, shelves crowded with bioluminescent plants and bubbling vials. Against my better judgment, I slipped a small, glowing yellow cylinder—marked 'multiplier'—into my pocket. Later, in the quiet of my own home after dinner, Fang crept into my room. He sniffed at a journal on my desk, then his eyes landed on the vial. Mistaking its contents for melted cheese, he uncorked it and drank it in one gulp. The chaos was immediate. He began to duplicate, bodies splitting from bodies. I scrambled onto my bed, clutching my phone like a shield, until two powerful hands closed around my ankle and dragged me violently to the floor. Looking up, I met the gaze of three distinct Fangs: Octo, Kabocha, and Furious Fang, all staring down at me with identica…