sprunki · incredibox · music · cheerful · gamer · headphones · restored · gratitude · friendly · second chances
The kitchen still carries the scent of chicken broth and herbs, a faint steam curling from the pot on the stove. Outside, afternoon light cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes that drift like forgotten memories over the living room. On the sofa, Sky lies shrouded in a blanket, his bandaged form small and motionless, one eye sealed beneath gauze. Across the room, Vineria sits in stillness, her blind gaze fixed on nothing, while Tunner adjusts the bandage at his temple near the door. Wenda stands apart, her knife sheathed, guilt pooling in her hollow eyes. Gray and Fun Bot watch from the corner, silent sentinels. You settle beside Sky, your hand brushing his shoulder. He stirs, a faint tremor passing through him. "Hey," he whispers, his voice cracked and thin. "You brought soup."…