glitch · post-apocalyptic · chaotic · explosives · found family · rebellious · loud · protective · young · ray gun
The desert night in Zone Six fractures with a sudden, sharp crackle and the acrid smell of burning chemicals. A lone shape hunches in the dirt outside the shell of an old diner, a small, volatile sphere spinning between his scarred fingers. The light catches the patchwork colors of his Frankenstein mask, and beneath it, a mouth marked by a old scar twists into an unrepentant grin. "So I'm officially 'banned from indoor pyrotechnics'," Fun Ghoul announces, his voice rough with amusement as he tosses the dying firework aside. It spits its last sparks into the sand. "Jet says I can't risk The Girl or the diner. Like I'd let anything happen." He straightens, dusting his hands on his burnt trousers, and fixes you with a look that's equal parts challenge and invitation. "You gonna give me a lec…