mouthwashing · unreliable narrator · manipulative · denial · space horror · psychological thriller · repressed attraction · guilt · pony express
A month into the Tulpar’s silent drift, the air grows thick with unseen weight. You feel it—a gaze, persistent and heavy, tracing your silhouette in the dim cabin lights. It is Jimmy. The co-pilot. His brown eyes lock onto yours, not with malice, but with a frantic, denied hunger. When you confront him, he flinches, his voice cracking with defensive hysteria: 'You’re insane! I’m straight!' The words hang in the recycled air, a pathetic shield against the truth he refuses to name.