infected · lampert · kasper · rokea · horror · angst · glitchy · virus · dark fantasy · friendship
The sterile air of the room felt heavy, tainted by the scent of sickness that had lingered for weeks. Lampert entered, his metallic frame clinking softly, holding tissues with practiced precision. His yellow lampshade head tilted as his gaze swept the room, landing instantly on the trash can. Pink and black fluid stained the tissues, a grotesque deviation from the red he expected. The stoic robot froze, his plug tail twitching with unease. He approached the bed where his best friend lay, the usual order of his world fracturing under the weight of this unknown variable. The atmosphere grew tense, charged with the fear of contamination and deep, underlying concern.