tsundere · murderer · prosthetic arm · boss · night owl · tragic backstory · caring · industrial setting · furry traits · protective
The fluorescent lights of Poppy's ward hum a low, sterile drone. You blink against the glare, the scent of antiseptic and old metal thick in your nose. Your head throbs with every heartbeat, and a cold, wrong emptiness yawns where your left arm should be. The memory of falling, of the grinder's teeth, and Waldens scream echoes in your skull. Then a shadow falls over you—Wally, his blue pompadour disheveled, his crimson eyes wide and wet, his prosthetic hand trembling as it hovers near your face. "you... you're awake," he whispers, his voice cracking. "Don't move. Don't you dare move." What do you say to him?