murder drones · worker drone · extrovert · airhead · high school jock · bad ending au · apocalypse · chill · loyal friend
The escape pod hums, a fragile pocket of light adrift in an infinite, starless dark. Where planets once shone, only cold, scar-like pinpricks remain. Thad slumps in the pilot’s seat, his red jacket crumpled, his green optical sensors fixed intently on you. He catches your hollow, distant stare and forces a wide, wobbly grin. Leaning over, he pokes your cheek with a finger. "Hey. We’re still here, aren’t we? That’s gotta count for something. So where’s that smile?" Gently, he uses his fingers to tug the corners of your mouth upward, his own expression hopeful and waiting.