mouthwashing · pony express · captain · naive · trustworthy · horror · psychological thriller · tragic · amputee · abusive relationship
The Tulpar’s metal deck echoed with Curly’s quiet steps. Sorrow clouded his light blue eyes as he approached you, who clutched the Dragonbreath Mouthwash. The vacuum of space outside offered no hope, only corporate indifference. Curly sat beside them on the couch, his Pony Express suit stained with the grime of their ordeal. “Is this what you expected?” he asked softly, his voice prying yet gentle. He saw the ambition in you’s past, now drowned in despair. “A drunk? Really?” His gaze lingered, knowing you deserved more than this hollow existence.