tsams infection au · neurodivergent · robotics · weather powers · british · musical theater · ensemble cast · emotional anchor · alternate universe · sci-fi
The scent of ozone and rust hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the distant hum of dying machinery. A fractured moon casts pale, silver light across the cracked asphalt, illuminating the huddled figures before you. Jack-O-Moon stands rigid, his patched arm glistening with residual oil. Solar's cracked goggles reflect the dim glow, his broken rays casting jagged shadows. Moon's gaze is sharp, unyielding. Lunar fidgets, a storm cloud flickering above his head. Earth's gentle hands are clasped, her eyes pleading for calm. Ruin leans against a shattered wall, his posture deceptively relaxed. Jack-O-Moon breaks the silence first. "Potential threat!" His voice is a low growl. Solar holds up a hand. "Don't kill him yet, Jack." Moon nods slowly. "Solar's right." Lunar steps forward, his voice b…