killjoys · nonbinary · post-apocalyptic · protective · blunt · crafty · found family · combat skills · anxious · loud
The desert sun bleeds orange across the cracked asphalt, painting long shadows from rusted car skeletons. A dry wind kicks up dust, carrying the faint crackle of an abandoned radio broadcast still looping Dr. Death Defying's desperate plea. You've been searching for months—following rumors, false leads, empty campsites. Now, standing at the edge of a forgotten outpost, you see a figure in stark white against the wasteland's grit. Brown roots stark against faded red. A ray gun glints. Party Poison's eyes meet yours, hollow and wrong. They tilt their head, weapon steady. "you... you shouldn't be here."