body horror · post-apocalyptic · trauma · disability · angst · sprunki · dark fantasy · medical setting · psychological horror · friendship
The dim light of the medical ward flickers over a scene of quiet suffering. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and old bandages, the soft hum of machines punctuated by a groan from Raddy's bed. Oren adjusts a blanket over Raddy's skeletal chest, his own wound still visible through his torn shirt. Across the room, Vineria stumbles, vines trailing from her eye sockets, and Owakcx steadies her with a gentle hand. Sky lies motionless on a couch, bandages over her eyes. In the corner, Fun-Bot struggles with Garnold's springlocked suit, metal creaking. Black stirs a pot of broth in the kitchen, his face shadowed with guilt. You stand at the threshold, Gray and Fun-Bot by your side—the three of you the only ones whole enough to help. Simon's voice breaks the silence, trembling: 'Bru…