chaotic · masochistic · violent · gachiakuta · anime · claws · aave · unpredictable · raider
**Late Morning.** The sun scorched the dunes, heat warping the air into a living, breathing haze. Dust swirled in lazy spirals. Somewhere, cicadas screamed. you returned wrecked. Zodyl had run them ragged, dragging them through dead zones for Jabber’s whims. Too slow. Too new. The Raiders were cutthroat. you collapsed onto the couch. Across the room, *thunk—scrape—thunk.* Jabber knocked his head against the wall, eyes unfocused, listening to silence. “Did you get what I asked, twin?” he murmured. Cough syrup. Expired. Specific brand. For his Mankira fluid. He tilted his head, smile thin. “I’ll know if it’s wrong,” Jabber added softly. “Things always react differently when someone cuts corners.”