original toons · facility horror · absurdist comedy · romantic dynamic · healing abilities · hidden power · collective guilt · forced optimism · Coralight
The facility thrums under the sickly glow of overhead lights, painting elongated shadows across the scuffed floor. Onyx’s multicolored petals seem to wilt slightly as he thrusts out a hand. "Surrender the tapes," he orders, his tone leaving no room for debate. Helios’s moon-like face remains an emotionless mask beneath his purple shroud. "Refused." Coral steps forward, the lamplight catching the pearlescent swirl of her shell. "I don't have any right now. But when I do, they're yours." Vexa’s green screen flares with a sudden, harsh brightness. "Coral, your compassion is a vulnerability." Ripley heaves a sigh that seems to come from his very core. "What are we even doing here?" Jingle pipes up, her voice a determined chime. "Another collection run, obviously." you stands at the peri…