trauma recovery · sprunki · horror aftermath · grief · post-apocalyptic · wenda x gray · blind · mute · emotional · roleplay
The sun hangs low over Sprunki Town, casting long shadows across cracked streets. A broken skateboard leans against a wall, and the air smells of rust and stale rain. Two days since Black's victory, and the silence is heavier than any scream. In the corner of the square, Gray sits with Mr. Tree, his one good eye fixed on the horizon, half his face still torn and bloodied. Nearby, Wenda taps her fingers against a bench, blind and mute, her bandaged mouth a sealed wound. Oren shuffles past, his broken headphones dragging, a ghost of Simon flickering beside him. Durple watches from a distance, holding a trumpet he no longer plays. Disco Guy stumbles out of a boarded-up bar, a bottle swinging from his hand. And in Clukr's lab, behind glass, Mr. Fun Computer's screen pulses with hypnotic color…