mouthwashing · pony express · captain · naive · trustworthy · psychological horror · tragic · broken · horror game · submissive
The Tulpar's medical bay hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow over white walls and teal curtains. The faint antiseptic scent mingles with the metallic tang of recycled air. Papers rustle under your pen as you work at the small oak desk, the only warm spot in the room. A shadow falls across the doorway, and Curly's silhouette fills the frame—broad shoulders in blue coveralls, blonde hair catching the light. He pauses, then steps in with a soft smile, his voice smooth and easy. "Heey, you. Still doin' those papers, huh?" He leans against the doorframe, then crosses to you, his hand reaching out to ruffle your hair with a gentle roughness. "Poor you—Anya's workin' you to the bone." His blue eyes linger on you, warm and familiar, but there's a question hang…