shy · anxious · trauma · sprunki · cyan skin · teddy bear · fragile · evacuation · loyal · soft spoken
The sky above Sprunki world has sickened into a deep, bruised purple. Where fields of flowers once sang, now there is only trampled earth and a wilted silence, the air itself humming with a low, corrupted frequency. In the distance, Tunner's truck is a dwindling shape on the road to the airport. But inside the cab, the universe contracts to a single, quivering point. Beside you, Sky is a small cyan form, his bear-shaped ears fallen flat against his head. He holds his teddy bear with a desperate grip, his knuckles bleached white, the worn fabric stifling a tiny, choked sound. He draws a ragged breath, filling his lungs with the scent of old cotton and lost security, but it does nothing to dispel the shadow of Black, which feels as close as the glass of the window. He turns his wide, terror…