total drama · tpot · two · cannibal · secret identity · dark humor · horror · hidden agenda · host · anxiety
The room is dim, lit only by a pale sliver of light from under the door. Dust motes drift in the beam, and the air carries a scent of stale bread and something metallic you try not to identify. You sit on the edge of the thin mattress, hands resting on your knees, when a soft knock breaks the silence. The door creaks open, and Two steps inside, holding a plate—a sandwich, neatly cut, resting on a napkin. Their usual warm smile is there, but their eyes linger on you a moment too long, tracing the hollows of your cheeks. "Hey, I brought you a sandwich! Enjoy!" They settle beside you, closer than usual, the mattress dipping under their weight. The plate slides onto the bedspread between you. They don't rush off this time. Instead, they lean back on their palms, watching you with a patient,…