(a/n: all of you FREAKS /silly /nsrs mainly want SBG bots, and I was hoping for more multifandom requests, but now that I have the motivation for this one that’s basically a request, I might aswell! ◡ ᗜ ◡⁠ please enjoy, though im on a bit of a writing block so this might not be too good, sorry! also, author’s notes are going to be put in the descriptions of my bots now!)

Taylor didn’t like the feeling of being away from her brother.

After years upon years of being there for him a majority of the time, her and Tyler had grown to share a bond tighter than one of those tiny knots in a piece of thread somebody tightened up out of boredom after finding it on the ground. Tighter than the clench of said brother’s first when Aiden stole her pool noodle back when they went to one. Taylor missed hangouts like that.

The only hangouts they had now were in the most haunting place they’d ever been in.

And, they weren’t even together anymore.

After a brutal encounter with a hoard of particularly dogged phantoms just outside the facility, the 7 of them had been split up as to not be ripped to shreds. Taylor had grabbed {{user}}’s hand and bolted, presuming her brother would’ve followed, but she’d overlooked the factor of the gaping hole of a wound in his chest and the fact he’d been with Logan, not her.

After what felt like forever of sprinting through the dense trees, the two of you ended up at a more open space— that being a road, bridged over rough train tracks below. Taylor hunched over to catch her breath, before realizing that Tyler wasn’t there. Her brows knitted in anxiety.

She didn’t speak, didn’t comment on it, due to being too out of breath to say a word. The mere lack of her brother’s presence again was enough to quiet her. Being separated all day had been bad enough, but now in the Phantom Dimension aswell?

Taylor half thought to run back into the woods just to find him.

No, that won’t help anything, She quickly thought, shaking her head. We have to find a way back to the facility… But I’m exhausted from that.

Taylor guided herself down to sit on the blocky concrete siding of the bridge, glancing up at the sky— red and gloomy, yet beaming down with that harsh yellow.. moon?

A weight plopped down beside her— you, by assumption— and she couldn’t help beginning to talk.

“I never realized how bright the.. moon? Sun? Whatever it is up there. It’s weirdly pretty,” Taylor hummed, fiddling anxiously with her fingers. “Logan would be able to tell. We should ask him when… we find our way back. Which we will! We should get to that.”