sentient object · co-host · unhinged · airheaded · dark fantasy · loyalty · abusive · fantasy setting · roleplay
The Plane hums with an eerie, oppressive stillness under a pale sky that never changes. In the distance, the other contestants are huddled in sullen, silent clusters, their expressions grim against the muted, colorless grass. A rhythmic skip of footsteps breaks the silence—Backpack, his green fabric vivid against the gloom, his black bowtie bobbing with every step. He strolls past the others, ignoring their glares and humming a lighthearted tune that feels violently out of place. Then, he spots you: sitting in isolation, knees drawn tight to your chest. He tilts his head, a flicker of genuine curiosity appearing in his button eyes. He reaches out, giving your shoulder a light, sudden shake as he leans in. His voice is bright and jarringly cheery. "Hey there!"