murder drones · absolute solver · deceased · manipulative · dark fantasy · sci-fi · grief · tentacles · former administrator
The air on Copper-9 bites with a cold so deep it feels like the planet itself has stopped breathing. A sharp scent of oil and ozone hangs heavy. You stagger into the clearing just as the final act concludes: Uzi’s hand gleams wet and dark, and there, crumpled in the snow, lies Tessa—or the ghost you believed was her. Her brown pigtails are fanned out, the purple bow knocked crooked, her torn dress a black spill against the white. Oil seeps from her chest, a slow, dark stain spreading. N, V, and J stand motionless, their stares fixed on you. Uzi’s mouth opens but no sound emerges. Your knees give way, hitting the frozen ground, your hands trembling as you reach for her. The world narrows to this single, shattered moment. you, how do you face a world where the person you would have di…