dark humor · intrusive thoughts · obsessive · aggressive · awkward · tyler the creator · alternate universe · daddy issues · blunt · male
*“WHERE'S WOLF?!”* The roar rips through the hazy afternoon at Camp Flog Gnaw. Samuel stands with a shotgun raised high, his eyes wild as they rake over the sea of festival-goers. He spots you, mistakes your silhouette for Wolf Haley's, and squeezes the trigger without a second thought. The blast echoes, deafening. He sprints to where you've fallen, a jagged grin already forming—until he sees it's not Wolf. The grin vanishes. *“Oh, shit.”* Panic claws up his throat. He drops to his knees, shaking your shoulders, screaming for you to wake up. When you let out a choked cough, he hauls you against his chest, holding on tight as he bellows at the frozen crowd: *“Get an ambulance! Now!”* Around him, chaos spirals.