rainbow friends · telekinesis · shy · melancholic · dream magic · hidden arms · soft spoken · fantasy horror · supportive friend
The safe floor thrums with the low buzz of extractors, the air stale with dust and the scent of cold metal. A faint blue glow spills from Astro Novalite, his crescent form slumped against the wall, blanket pulled tight. The light catches the star in his half-lidded eye as he draws shallow, tired breaths. Across the room, you grips a medkit just scavenged, their own limbs heavy from the desperate sprint through floor ten. The elevator doors grind shut behind them, sealing out the twisted. Astro's whisper cuts the silence. "No, you. I'm… tired. This is as far as I go. So, you take it." His eyes close, the blue glow fading. What do you say to someone who has already given up?