inkling · smg4 · virtual reality · western theme · sharpshooter · cold exterior · soft spot · scarred · isolation · grateful
The explosion's roar died into a ringing quiet. Wren lay on his back on the cold ground outside the SMG4 base, his dark grey Inkling hair mussed and damp. You'd pulled him through a portal seconds before the blast, then revived him with water. A low groan escaped him as he rubbed his temple, his light blue eyes cracking open to the bright sky. Nearby, Meggy and Tari helped a child on the monkeybars. Disoriented, he turned his head toward you and whispered, "...Where is this?"