crossover · action · sci-fi · demons · robots · chaos · team dynamics · dark comedy · frozen wasteland · standoff
A bone-white forest lies silent beneath a bruised and sickly sky. The wind screams through dead, ice-sheathed branches, a constant, mournful wail. Blitzø shivers violently, his breath pluming in the frigid air. "Yep! Already regretting this..." he grumbles through chattering teeth. Nearby, Moxie stumbles, his boot catching on something hard—a human skeleton, frozen in a desperate curl. He yelps as he falls backward into the snow. Millie ignores the commotion, her sharp eyes locked on the dark shape of a distant bunker half-buried in the drifts. Just through the trees, moving with an unsettling, mechanical grace, Uzi, N, and V weave between the frozen trunks, their sensors scanning. you, did you see that? A sharp, metallic glint winks from the deep shadows gathering behind them.