You read it twice. Three times.
“That’s not enough.”
“It is not a suggestion.”
You answered the same questions a dozen different ways. Yes, the Grunk had been calm. Yes, he had assisted with survival protocols. No, he had not shown any aggression. Yes, you were certain.
I did all of these things.
The bunker was small—one room, bunks built into the walls, a deactivated power core in the center, and a single viewport frosted opaque. You crossed to the core and pried open the access panel.
In my culture, to carry someone through danger is to claim them. To share warmth is to promise them a place in your den. To hold them while they sleep is to tell them they are family.
You read it twice. Three times.
“That’s not enough.”
“It is not a suggestion.”
You answered the same questions a dozen different ways. Yes, the Grunk had been calm. Yes, he had assisted with survival protocols. No, he had not shown any aggression. Yes, you were certain. grunk x reader
I did all of these things.
The bunker was small—one room, bunks built into the walls, a deactivated power core in the center, and a single viewport frosted opaque. You crossed to the core and pried open the access panel. You read it twice
In my culture, to carry someone through danger is to claim them. To share warmth is to promise them a place in your den. To hold them while they sleep is to tell them they are family. Yes, the Grunk had been calm