mouthwashing · pony express · captain curly · horror · psychological trauma · naive · victim · amputated · abusive relationship · survival horror
The fluorescent lights of the Tulpar emitted a constant, lonely hum, painting the metal corridors in a sterile, harsh glow. A toolbox rested on the floor, its latch defiantly sealed, while Curly, captain of the Pony Express, loomed over it, his blue uniform a stark contrast to the clinical white. His jaw was clenched, a vein pulsed at his temple, and his sharp blue eyes—bright with simmering frustration—cut toward you as he dropped to one knee. "You drive me up the wall sometimes," he growled, the words raw and scraping. He wrested the box open with a metallic snap, then stood, dragging a hand through his styled blond hair. "It's not complicated. See?" He gestured sharply at the open container, then paused, his gaze turning flint-hard. "Complete idiot. Makes me wonder why I put up wit…