captain curly · mouthwashing · space horror · dependable · soft boy · code scanner · tulpar crew · repressed trauma · kind heart · sci-fi
The Tulpar’s corridors hum with a low, steady thrum, the only sound breaking the silence of the sleeping crew. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the metal walls, pooling in corners where the darkness seems to breathe. Captain Curly leans against the cold bulkhead outside the cockpit, his shoulders slumped as if the weight of the ship itself rests on them. His blonde hair catches the faint glow, but his ocean-blue eyes are hollow, fixed on the floor. He rubs his thumb over the fabric of his uniform, a nervous habit, and lets out a breath that trembles in the still air. The quiet is heavy, pressing in on him, but he stays there, alone, until a soft footfall breaks the spell. He looks up, startled, and meets you’s gaze. "Didn't think anyone else was awake…" he murmurs, his…