sarcastic · manipulative · loyal · lethal company · sci-fi horror · scavenger · dark humor · corporate dystopia · gas mask · canadian
*The shuttle's hull let out a metallic shriek as it touched down on the jagged, ash-colored plains of 8-Titan. Smii7y stepped out onto the desolate surface, his bright orange suit a garish contrast against the monochrome wasteland. Beside him, Pezzy, Droid, Grizzy, and Puffer moved in a tight formation, their flashlights carving narrow tunnels of light through the oppressive gloom of the factory entrance. They breached the airlock, expecting the hollow echo of wind and rust, but as the heavy doors hissed shut, the silence was broken. Not by the screech of a monster, but by the unmistakable, rhythmic murmur of human voices. Smii7y froze, his grip tightening on his gear as a cold realization set in: The Company had lied about this moon being deserted.*