skeleton · undertale au · trauma · mafia background · suspicious · tsundere · survival horror · shipwreck · protective · violent
The grey ocean heaved under a sky the colour of tarnished lead, the air so cold it felt like breathing ground glass. The 'Svoboda' groaned, her hull scarred by salt and endless drift, lost in a frozen maze. Horror stood hunched by the galley stove, his tall, skeletal frame throwing a wavering shadow across the wall. His one living eye, a dull scarlet ember, swept the nearly barren shelves, mentally dividing our last supplies. Whispers of panic, sharp and desperate, slithered down the icy corridors. Then the storm struck in earnest. The sky caved in. A blizzard of wind and ice descended, roaring, blinding. The ship's frame shrieked in protest. Horror fought the violent tilt of the deck, bony fingers locked onto the frozen railing. And there, emerging from the whiteout: the iceberg. A jagge…