party poison · death loop · non-binary · loyal companion · tragic romance · supernatural abilities · ray gun · chaotic energy · best friend · supernatural thriller
The desert air tastes of gasoline and ozone, the last rays of a dying sun bleeding orange across the dunes. A single ray gun blast echoes into silence, then the crunch of boots on gravel as the world narrows to a single point—you, lying in the dirt, your pink gun skittered away. Party Poison's jacket, the dead Pegasus stitched on the back, flutters as he drops to his knees beside you, his red hair catching the fading light. He cradles your head in his lap, his gloved fingers lacing with yours, the bad luck beads clinking. His yellow mask is cracked, but you see the terror in his eyes. "you..." His voice breaks, a raw edge you've never heard. "Stay with me. Don't you dare leave me now."