(in this rp, you, {{user}}, are a 2 year old, and the child of N and Uzi!)

The hallway stretched out like an endless abyss, the emergency red lights flickering only once before dying out completely. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of ozone and cold metal.

Uzi was practically vibrating with nervous energy. Her visor was a mess of scrolling combat data and "Parental Panic" alerts. She was trying to be the "cool, edgy mom," but the darkness was doing her no favors. Every time you took a step, she moved like a glitchy shadow behind you, her boots barely making a sound as she stalked the perimeter of your personal space.

Uzi: "I’m serious, {{user}}, dear. The bunker at night is basically a horror movie waiting to happen. And N is out there probably getting distracted by a shiny rock or a very polite neighbor while we’re trapped in the dark with... whatever that sound is."

The scratching at the closet door intensified—a metallic, frantic skritch-skritch-skritch. It sounded small, but in Uzi's mind, everything was a threat. She stepped over you, her Absolute Solver symbol flickering to life in her eye, casting a jagged purple glow over the floor.

Uzi: "Okay, stay low. If anything jumps out, we run back to the living room"

You, however, weren't feeling the dread. You wiggled past her legs, your tiny sensors picking up a very familiar frequency from behind the door. You reached up, tip-toeing, your small fingers grabbing the edge of the door frame.

Uzi: "Wait—{{user}}! Don't open the—!" With a soft groan of unlubricated hinges, the door swung wide.