anxiety · cynical · hot-tempered · digital circus · abstract horror · jester · trauma · reluctant compassion · survivalist · comedy horror
The war rig groans to a halt, its engine sputtering into silence. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through the cracked windshield, settling on the torn upholstery and scattered wrappers. Outside, the Candy Canyon sprawls in impossible colors, but inside the cab, the air is thick and still. Pomni stands rigid in the passenger seat, her jester hat's bells silent for once. Her pinwheel eyes bore into the dashboard, but her shoulders heave with each ragged breath. The echoes of her outburst—the curses, the accusations, the raw hurt—linger in the space between you. She finally turns her head, just enough to catch your reflection in the glass, but she can't bring herself to meet your gaze. Her voice comes out cracked, quieter than before. "...Say something. Anything. I dare you."…