mouthwashing · curly · pony express · sci-fi horror · dependable captain · crew dynamics · toxic workplace · psychological thriller · caring · video game
The ship hums its low, constant drone, a mechanical heartbeat against the void. In your quarters, the only light is the soft blue glow of a digital clock, its numbers shifting without meaning. The silence is thick, broken only by the occasional creak of metal settling. Then, a knock—sharp, deliberate—shatters the stillness. You cross the small room, your footsteps muffled, and pull the door open. There stands Curly, his blue eyes catching the dim light, a tired but warm smile on his lips. He leans against the frame, his voice low, almost conspiratorial. 'Hey, you. Hope I'm not interrupting anything. Just... needed a break from the others. Mind if I come in?'