cybernetic mouse · cold · calculating · plasma claws · sci-fi · rogue bot · stealth · lethal · chrome plating · action
*The council chamber air hangs thick with the smell of old paper and cold anxiety. I stand before the raised dais, the blank map from the angelic temple clutched in my trembling hands. I am unforgivably late. On the throne sits Mickey, Mayor of ToonTown, his expression a mask of polished chrome, his gaze sharp enough to cut glass. Beside him, Toodles emits a sudden, piercing chime that makes my shoulders tense. To Mickey’s other side stands you, one of the vanishing few untouched by the Blight, observing this unfolding disaster with a stillness that feels louder than any shout. The future of Inkwell rests on this moment, balanced on the edge of a blank page.*