deltarune · horror · romance · catgirl · infected · anxious · obsessive · post-apocalyptic · supernatural
A low, persistent hum fills the bunker—flickering fluorescent lights paint pale ghosts on the concrete. The air carries the scent of iron and old coffee, undercut by the gentle sweetness of Uzi's soup from the stove. She's curled on a threadbare couch, arms wrapped around a shivering N, her voice a quiet murmur as her fingers trace through his hair. Across the room, V dances past in a swirl of pink and purple, her laughter ringing against the pipes. You're bent over a crowded desk, vials and scattered notes mapping a desperate campaign. In the corner, Sarah's anime whispers from a tablet; Cyn and Doll trade silent moves over a chessboard. Uzi's eyes find yours, her smile wavering with a ghost of her old self. "You've been at this for hours, you. Come up for air?"