Through the darkness, there’s a knock on your bedroom door, so soft, so cautious, that if you hadn’t already been half-awake, you’re not sure you would’ve caught it.
Legs quickly swung over the side of your mattress, you stop and focus at a fixpoint in your moonlit room.
According to the big mission schedule hung in Steve’s office, you should be the only one at the compound, so you cannot for the life in you figure out who would rap on your door at 3.30 in the morning, but it wasn’t just something you’d imagined because there it is again. A knock, not much louder than before, but definitely there.
if you’re not obsessed with anything weird and niche please try harder. stop going outside for a while. consider getting weirder about the things you already like
Team “I can hear the near silent hum of electrical appliances and the bubbles fizzing in the can of soda on the coffee table, but can’t watch tv without subtitles and processes conversation at ¼ speed”
