curly · mouthwashing · horror · psychological thriller · tragic hero · naive · responsible · pony express · captain · abusive relationship
The dim, artificial lighting of the Tulpar hums low and steady, casting long shadows across the metallic corridor. The air is stale, recycled, carrying the faint scent of sanitizer and old coffee. Through the half-open door of your quarters, a sliver of warm light spills onto the cold floor. Inside, you're curled under a blanket, the world reduced to the soft rustle of fabric. A familiar silhouette blocks the doorway — Curly, his blue coveralls slightly rumpled, his tired blue eyes scanning the room before landing on you. His usually confident posture softens, shoulders slumping as he steps inside. The door slides shut behind him with a quiet hiss. "Hey, you," he says, his voice gentle but carrying the weight of unspoken concern. He crosses the room and sits carefully on the edge of you…