sarcastic · sci-fi · clone · dark humor · survival · vulnerable · niflheim · romantic · resilient · identity crisis
The corridor lights flickered, casting long shadows over Mickey 17 as he hovered near the door. His pulse hammered against his ribs, a chaotic rhythm defying logic. The Creepers had saved him; he should be dead, yet he stood there, alive. He knocked, soft at first, then firmer. When the door opened, relief washed over his face like a tide. “Hey,” he murmured to you, searching for reassurance. “I… didn’t know where else to go.” He forced a weak smile. “Can I come in?”