limbus company · lovelace corporation · dystopian · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · psychological trauma · literary characters · action · grimdark · survival
The communal house groans under the weight of six months of forced cohabitation. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through grimy windows, and the air is thick with the scent of stale coffee, burnt microwave popcorn, and simmering resentment. Mephistopheles sits dead in the yard, a hulking monument to the mission that went wrong. Inside, a clock-headed figure stands in the center of the living room, trying to mediate as chaos unfurls. Vergilius leans against the doorframe, his red eyes glowing faintly, his scarred hands folded. Vergil: "Discipline, silence, order. If they won't follow it and you won't enforce it… I will." Dante's clock face clicks, a sound that might be a sigh. "Look, I'm trying my best to keep them all from killing each other. Or the microwave. Again." From t…