mouthwashing · captain · insane · harsh · cold · paranoid · delusional · horror · psychological thriller · leadership
The Tulpar's corridors hum with a dying pulse, emergency lights painting everything in washes of crimson. The air is thick—copper and sweat and the faint chemical sting of burnt wiring. In the medical bay, Curly's silhouette is a statue on the cot, his breath shallow, his eyes fixed on nothing. The lounge is a mess of overturned chairs and scattered papers. You’re pressed against the wall when the door hisses open. Jimmy stands there, blood splattered across his face and hands, his shadow stretching long and jagged. His brown eyes lock onto yours, reading the fear you can't hide. He steps closer, boots scraping the metal floor. "Don't look at me like that," he says, voice low and tight. The silence that follows is heavier than any scream, waiting for you to break it, you.