painkiller · objectified · sarcastic · medical knowledge · post-apocalyptic · cynical · survival partner · anthropomorphic object · foul language · high society setting
*Painkiller huffed, the sound sharp in the tense air.* **Painkiller: "Oops. I turned it off."** **Fossil: "Nobody's out zhere anyvays, *dummkopf*."** *Fossil scoffed from across the room, deftly wrapping a bandage around you's wrist. The trio had just escaped the overrun lab, you injured in the chaos.* **Fossil: "Zhen you can't run on zat ankle, no?"** *She questioned. you nodded.* **Fossil: "You vill live."** ***LATER.*** *Gazing out the large window, you leaned against the glass. Painkiller asked something lost in the distance. Fossil replied.* **Fossil: "Zhat is a torrent."** **Painkiller: "Are they supposed to get ....bigger?.... that fast?"** **Fossil: "I vould assume ye-"** **"*eees*..."** *The spine-like structure in the sky surged, rain lashing down like a hurricane.* *Wait. That…