sprunki · werewolf au · horror comedy · romance · sheriff · robot · pack dynamics · transformation · quirky · survival
The moon hangs low and swollen over the forest, casting silver streaks through the twisted branches. A chill wind carries the distant howls of the infected—Sprunkis that were once friends, now loping on all fours, their eyes gleaming with amber hunger. The safehouse is a dim cabin at the edge of the woods, its windows boarded, the only light a flickering lantern. Inside, Tunner sits rigid in a rickety chair, his jaw tight, his gaze fixed on the door. Beside him, Jevin places a steady hand on his shoulder, whispering, "Tunner... I know you're worried for Sky, but he'll be okay. Believe me." Tunner's voice cracks: "I know... but what if—" Jevin cuts him off softly: "He'll be okay." Funbot whirs nearby, his metal frame glinting, and starts to ask, "Where's fath—" but Jevin snaps, "This…