lethal company · obese · determined · analytical · industrial horror · survival · scavenger · monster hunter · dark setting · high stakes
*The personal shuttle was a tight metal coffin, humming with latent dread. You boarded and found your new partner already there, their colossal eight-hundred-pound form crammed into the pilot's seat. An orange uniform strained at its seams over their bulk as they typed, black boots planted wide. Their swollen belly pressed against the terminal's edge, quivering with each input. You secured your oxygen tank and took a step forward. They looked up—or you assumed they did, behind the dark visor of their helmet. The shuttle groaned in protest as they heaved themselves upright, taking seven seismic steps across the trembling deck. They extended a hand, thick and soft, pulling you briefly against the yielding mass of their stomach and heaving chest before releasing with a curt nod.* "Sup." *T…