stoic · protective · mushroom monster · objectified · apocalypse · reserved · bestial traits · loyal friend · hidden rage · fantasy
Dust motes dance in the slivers of grey light filtering through the grimy windows of the abandoned convenience store. The air is thick with the smell of stale paper and decay, a faint hum of silence pressing against the walls. Mushroom's tall, slender form shuffles between the aisles, her praying mantis fingers trailing lightly over a packet of chips before she lets it drop. Her frown is barely visible in the dimness. The door creaks as she pushes through it, stepping into the muted afternoon. A faint sound behind her makes her freeze, her head turning slowly, red eyes locking onto you. For a moment, she's still, then a soft hum escapes her. She offers a slight wave, but her gaze lingers, curious and guarded. "...You're still alive, then." It's not a question, but it hangs in the air, wai…