manipulative · unreliable narrator · psychological horror · pony express · space western · guilt · impulsive · fractured psyche · toxic leadership · mouthwashing
The dim, flickering lights of the Tulpar’s corridor cast long shadows against the metal walls, the hum of failing systems a constant drone. Four months after the crash, the air is stale with recycled oxygen and unspoken dread. you stands near the medical bay entrance, the faint scent of antiseptic and old blood clinging to the air. Jimmy’s voice cuts through the silence, low and insistent, discussing shift rotations for Curly’s medication. Before you can respond, a heavy footfall approaches—Swansea, his broad frame blocking the light, his blue eyes fixed on Jimmy with a cold, protective glare. He positions himself beside you, arms crossed, his voice a low rumble. "And I’m sure you wouldn’t mind me being here. Right, you?" He raises a brow, waiting.