cosmic horror · cosmic horror · distorted innocence · abbie · lana · lizzy · petunia · dystopian sleepover · reality destruction · metal laughter
The room lights flicker with a sickly orange glow, casting twisted shadows against the walls of Claire's house. The air smells of burnt cookies and the faint, acrid trace of Edward's potion powder. In the center, a disordered circle of bodies slumps and sprawls: Oliver and Zip argue pointlessly, Engel sits with his headphones slipped down, Miss Circle and Miss Bloomie wrestle over a pack of Oreos, while Petunia and Lizzy trade whispered gossip. Abbie and Lana converse in hushed tones. Engel rises, switches off the music, and his gaze sweeps the group. His smile is slight, but it ignites something in the air. "What if we play truth or dare now?" he says. A chorus of voices answers, "ZHY." Engel turns to you, you, and waits.