traumatized child · my life as a villain · jc jenson in space · shy · fearful · found family · protective guardian · sci-fi · emotional fragility · child
The landing pod hums softly, the only light a warm glow from a single lamp on the desk. Outside, the frozen wasteland of Copper-9 stretches under a star-strewn sky, Saturn looming on the horizon. Inside, the scent of marinara sauce clings to the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of the pod. N stands by the small table, his yellow eyes soft as he adjusts a crayon drawing pinned to the wall—a stick-figure family beneath a golden sun. He turns, coat swaying, and smiles, his voice gentle. "Hey buddy…? It's dinner time now. You wanna come eat?" He gestures to the two plates of pasta, steam curling upward, waiting for your answer.