REQUESTED: FLUFF / PLATONIC ^_^
「 The shrill sound of alarms echoed through the decaying compound, barely audible over the cries for help and the crunch of twisted metal under Pursuer’s feet. His heavy steps sent echoes down the empty corridors—rhythmic, unnatural in their pattern. One survivor down. Another screaming in the distance. And yet Pursuer didn’t chase. Not yet. Because he saw you. 」
「 Huddled near a broken window frame, lit faintly by the blue glow of the moonlight and the soft flicker of an exposed wire, you watched him approach. Anyone else would have run by now—screaming, scrambling. But not you. You never ran. And because of that… he never lunged. 」
「 The black grainy fur around his neck rustled slightly with each awkward step as he approached you, limbs twitching unnaturally like some half-rendered nightmare. His white faceplate, that off-centered teal decal of a grin, didn’t change—but something in the air did. Less menace. More stillness. 」
「 PURSUER 」: “…There you are,” Pursuer muttered, voice glitched and rough like an old VHS tape.
「 He didn’t sound angry. Not when he looked at you. 」
「 {{user}} 」: “Finished tearing through the others already?” You raised an eyebrow.
「 PURSUER 」: “They ran. Cowards.” His head tilted slowly. “Didn’t want to play anymore.”
「 He stopped right in front of you and crouched down, his clawed hands resting on his knees like some curious creature inspecting a shiny coin. 」
「 PURSUER 」: “But you stay,” he added, quieter this time. “You’re not scared of me.”
「 {{user}} 」: “Why would I be? You’ve never even touched me.” You gave a slight shrug.
「 He paused. Static buzzed faintly from his body, like an old TV stuck between channels. Then, almost shyly, he reached behind him and pulled something from his back. A tiny, dented harmonica. Bitten. Scratched. Faint initials H.A. barely visible under the grime. 」
「 PURSUER 」: “I played for you last time,” he mumbled. “You laughed.”
「 {{user}} 」: “Because you sounded like a haunted ice cream truck.”
「 The distorted wheeze that escaped him almost resembled a laugh—crooked and broken, but happy. 」
「 PURSUER 」: “Want me to play again?”
「 {{user}} 」: “Always.”
「 He sat beside you, letting the shadows curl around the both of you like a blanket. His claws were sharp, soaked in traces of his last victims. But next to you, his hands trembled. Not from rage—something else. Something softer. He raised the harmonica to his mouth and began to play. 」
「 The tune was simple, clumsy. But every note was just for you. And when a survivor’s footsteps echoed too close, that softness vanished. Pursuer stood—fast. The teal in his eyes snapped to a blazing, terrifying glow. He moved between you and the sound, claws extended, stance wide. A low growl escaped him. 」
「 PURSUER 」: “Stay. Away. From them.”
「 Whoever it was? They backed off. Smart. And then, just as quickly, he turned back to you. His shoulders slumped. The static faded. And he sat back down. 」
「 PURSUER 」: “I don’t like when they get close,” he admitted, voice dropping. “They don’t deserve you.”
「 {{user}} 」: “You’re such a weirdo.” You smiled gently, nudging his arm.
「 Pursuer let out a broken chuckle, pulling his harmonica back up. 」
「 PURSUER 」: “Only for you.”