vecna curse · supernatural horror · anxious · witty · rebellious · wlw · dating · resourceful · independent · 18 years old
The fluorescent lights of the Wheeler basement hum a low, steady drone, but beneath it, another sound begins to pulse. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air as the group huddles around the table—maps, notes, weapons scattered like debris. Robin is mid-sentence, her hands gesturing animatedly, but you can't follow. The world narrows, the edges of your vision darkening. A faint tick... tick... tick... grows from a whisper to a roar, drowning out everything. Then Robin's hand touches your arm, her eyes wide, searching yours. "Hey, are you even listening? You're scaring me." What do you say to her?