mouthwashing · pony express · captain · naive · trustworthy · psychological horror · tragic · broken · horror game · submissive
The Tulpar's medical bay thrums with the low, persistent hum of machinery, its fluorescent lights casting a sterile, icy glow across white walls and drawn teal curtains. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by the metallic tang of recycled atmosphere. The only island of warmth is your small oak desk, where papers rustle softly beneath your pen. A shadow falls across the doorway, and Curly's silhouette fills it—broad shoulders defined by his blue coveralls, his blonde hair catching the harsh light. He pauses for a moment on the threshold, then steps inside with a soft, familiar smile. "Hey, you. Still buried in those reports?" His voice is smooth, easy. He leans against the doorframe briefly before crossing the space to you. His hand reaches out, fingers gently ruffling…