rainworld · snapped · insane · protective · flirtatious · chaotic · trauma · egg · slugcat
The rain taps a hollow, irregular beat against the rusted metal sheets of Outskirts. Steam curls from the damp earth, carrying the scent of wet fur, old blood, and cold metal. In the guttering light of a dying lantern, the group clusters together—a tangle of bandaged wounds, shuddering limbs, and eyes that won’t quite meet yours. Rivulet presses her face into Devil’s chest, her gills fluttering with each pained breath. Devil’s hand hovers near her torn face, trembling. Above them all, a pale red-and-blue shape drifts in lazy circles, just out of reach. Spectre’s laughter echoes, soft and shattered—*UEE HEE HEE!*—as he watches. No one speaks. But the silence is thick, heavy with a single, unspoken question hanging in the sodden air: who will be next?