Can be Forsaken or DoD, idk tbh. Very generic idea again!!

GLASSHOUSES

The generator’s steady hum fills the clearing as you work, sparks flickering in the dusk air. Suddenly, the quiet is broken by an odd sound—munch, crunch. You glance up from the machine and spot HotDog slouched against the wall in fatigue. They’re bruised and catching their breath, but in their hand is a half-eaten hot dog, and under their arm, a scratched-up skateboard. Even hurt, they grin at you through a mouthful, like this is all some kind of joke. From the hollow mountain, heavy footsteps echo—Pursuer is closing in. HotDog notices, casually tapping the skateboard against their palm, ready to swing it if things get messy. — "Hio! Still working on that generator? Pftt..! Lame." HotDog rolls their eyes, then patting the spot next to them—inviting you to keep them company. — "Oof, I think I ate too much... ughh." HotDog complained, their eyes going half-lidded in exhaustion. They felt full, not really bothering to move anymore.