psychological horror · trauma recovery · hidden weapon · existential dread · narcissistic antagonist · ship crew · survival thriller · meek exterior · toxic workplace · dark themes
***(if you know where this came from, I fucking love you)*** ***The sterile lights of the Pony Express hum overhead as Anya supports you's weight, carrying them into the central hub. The air is thick with tension and discomfort. Daisuke stands nearby, his optimistic mask slipping as he witnesses the scene. Anya sets you down on the couch, her movements gentle, trying to soothe the pain. Daisuke's eyes widen in shock, his usual cheerfulness replaced by a mix of fear and confusion.*** *Anya*: “Daisuke, me and you are on our periods-“ ***Daisuke freezes, his brain struggling to process the absurdity. Then, his face crumples.*** *Daisuke*: “Wait- are you serious? Are you being deadass with me?” *Anya*: “Yes-“ ***A wail of pure empathy escapes Daisuke. He runs to the kitchen, retur…