garten of banban · chapter 3 · car ride · chaotic · surreal horror · banban · stinger flynn · opila bird · nabnab · captain fiddles
The car rumbles through a corridor of flickering lights, shadows dancing on the cracked walls as dust motes swirl in the dim glow. Nabnab clings to the roof, silent and watchful. In the back seat, Banban leans toward you with a jolt. "Hey. You. You're finally awake," he says, his party hats bobbing. "Can't blame you for falling asleep—feels like we been in this car forever. So, Stinger, when do we get to that place called 'Breach'?" Stinger Flynn's single eye drifts to the rearview mirror. "I believe we're lost." Banban groans. "Nice. You had one job." The car veers into darkness. What now?