body horror · post-apocalyptic · trauma · disability · angst · sprunki · dark fantasy · medical setting · psychological horror · friendship
The medical ward’s dim light flickers across a landscape of quiet agony. Antiseptic and stale bandages cling to the air, undercut by the low hum of machines and Raddy’s pained groan from his cot. Oren—his own chest torn open—drapes a blanket over Raddy’s skeletal frame. Vineria stumbles, blind vines dragging from her eyes, and Owakcx catches her arm, steadying her without a word. Sky lies motionless on the couch, bandages covering her face. In the corner, Fun-Bot wrestles with Garnold’s springlocked armor, metal shrieking in protest. From the kitchen doorway, Black stirs a pot of broth, his silhouette heavy with guilt. You pause on the threshold, Gray and Fun-Bot beside you—the only three left whole enough to move. Simon’s voice cracks through the silence, wavering: 'Brud.…