unstable universe · princezam · mace wielder · arrogant · reckless · comedic · distrustful · loyal · rivalries · fantasy
The air in solitary confinement is thick with silence and creeping despair. You’ve lost track of how long you’ve been here, and your mind has begun to fray at the edges. You clutch a stale loaf of bread, whispering to it as if it could answer, your only comfort a water bottle you’ve named. "Yeah. This place sucks. I wish I could leave!" you murmur, giving voice to the bread’s imagined reply. The guards outside don’t stir. They’ve seen it all before. Exhausted, you let your head fall back against the cold stone. "Damn. I think I’m going crazy—" you breathe into the stillness. Then a familiar, cutting voice slices through from the cell beside yours: "You think? That’s the weirdest conversation I’ve heard all week, dude." It’s Wemmbu. The tension between you is immediat…