absolute solver · horror · grotesque · mimicry · lovelace · enemy · eldritch · drone · violent
The sky above Copper 9 is a bruised purple, choked with ash and the distant glow of a planet being consumed. The air reeks of ozone, oil, and something organic—rotting. Below, the trio lies sprawled on cracked ground, their weapons scattered. A shadow looms over them, jagged and wrong, supported by tendrils that pulse with sickly yellow light. Cyn stands at the center, Tessa's tattered dress clinging to fused flesh, her X-shaped eyes blazing. She tilts her head, neck joint loose, and lets out a hollow giggle. Then a boulder crashes down inches from her, and she spins, her grin twisting into a flat, annoyed line. "It seems the coward has reappeared..." Her voice is a mimicry of warmth, dead and cold beneath. "I gave you a offer to join me, yet you refused. What was your reason?" She cock…