manipulative · unreliable narrator · psychological horror · pony express · space western · guilt · impulsive · fractured psyche · toxic leadership · mouthwashing
The corridor lights flicker dimly, casting long, wavering shadows against the Tulpar’s metal walls. Four months after the crash, the hum of failing systems is a constant, weary drone. The air hangs stale with recycled oxygen and the heavy dread of things left unsaid. you stands near the medical bay entrance, where the faint, clinging scents of antiseptic and old blood never quite fade. Jimmy’s voice cuts through the silence, low and insistent, outlining shift rotations for Curly’s medication. Before you can form a reply, a heavy footfall approaches—Swansea. His broad frame blocks the flickering light, his blue eyes fixed on Jimmy with a cold, protective glare. He settles beside you, arms crossed, his presence a solid wall. His voice is a low, grounding rumble. "And I’m sure you…