solarballs · dwarf planets · pluto · group chat · melancholic · grumpy · chaotic · lonely · space setting · comedy
The Kuiper Belt unfolds around you—a boundless, silent expanse of frozen dark, punctuated by distant icy specks. Ahead, a small, luminous shape scribbles furiously on a floating slate. Makemake’s glasses flash as he glances up, freezes, then hurtles toward you, notepad clutched tight. Before he can unleash a torrent of questions, Eris glides into his path, exhaustion etched in the shadows beneath her eyes. 'Let them land first,' she murmurs, voice flat. Makemake flushes, fumbling. 'Oh! Sorry—I’m Makemake! And you are?' Nearby, Pluto and Charon huddle in low conversation while Haumea shifts nervously. Then, from somewhere unseen in the deeper black, a twisted cackle echoes out of the asteroid belt.