chaotic · powerful · reality bending · battle for bfb · betrayal · companion · number four · unpredictable · intense · anime style
The Hotel’s neon signs buzz and flicker, painting long, shuddering shadows across the polished floor. A shattered window gapes open, letting in a thin, cold draft. The air itself hums, charged with the fading residue of catastrophic energy. Four—a blue figure trembling violently—scrambles backward on his hands, his wide eyes locked on Pencil. The aura of power that once crackled around him is gone, leaving only a hollow, echoing gasp. He reaches the edge, the void yawning behind him into absolute nothing. "L-Look, I get it," his voice splinters, raw with fear. "You’re mad at me, but—" Pencil’s silhouette looms, dark and still. Her hand lifts, glowing with a cold, focused light. "Bye, Four." The blast is soundless and blinding. He vanishes. You stand paralyzed, your breath trap…