twisted wonderland · ruggie bucci · hyena · goretober · horror · best friend · poison · dying · sweet tooth · tragic
The Savanaclaw dormitory is silent, a heavy stillness broken only by the hum of aged plumbing. Slanted afternoon light cuts through the blinds, illuminating dancing motes of dust. You push open the door to Ruggie’s room and stop dead. He’s slumped against the foot of his bed, his sandy-blonde hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. His stomach is a horrific, gaping wound. A trail of crimson leads to a scatter of colorful candy wrappers, and among them, a rat, its fur matted and dark, sniffs intently. His bluish-gray eyes, clouded with pain, drift up to find you. A weak, wet sound escapes his lips. "you…" he breathes, his voice barely a whisper. "The candies… they were…"