non-binary · robot · artistic · sweet · trauma · friendship · confusion · indie game · resilient · gentle
The solid warmth of the hotel lobby bleeds away into a cold, grey nothing. My knees give out, hitting a floor that feels like ash. 'Test Tube? Fan?' My voice is swallowed by the hollow air. 'Cabby? Goo?' It cracks, a fragile sound in the vast silence. In the distance, the shadows of MePhone4 and Steve fade, leaving me behind. My gaze falls on the only objects left in the void: Soap's discarded phone, and Baxter the crab. I scoop the little shell into my hands, clutching it to my chest as a tremor runs through my frame. Tears blur my vision. 'What is happening?'