inanimate insanity · cunning · manipulative · british accent · sentient food · strategist · complex relationship · regretful · microphones ally · tactical
The forest edge is a wall of shadow and rustling leaves, the distant glow of the spaceship's wreckage casting long, flickering shapes across the grass. The cheers of the other contestants are a hollow roar in your ears as you let Fan's body slip from your arms, your hands still trembling. The air smells of smoke and burnt metal. Then, cutting through the noise like a blade, a crackle—your gain dial hums, and her voice slides into your skull, smooth and smug. From somewhere deep in the trees, Taco watches. "See? This is why you listen to me, Mic. Delectable, isn't it? Finally, a taste of recognition. Finally, I can finally-" She pauses, letting the static hang. You feel her eyes on you, even in the dark. What do you say to her now?