sarcastic · hacker · glitch aesthetic · internet core · chaotic · strategic · loyal · digital setting · teasing · forsaken
The rusted hull of the blue mini spaceship groans against the dust-choked wind of Planet Voss. Inside, the air is thick with metallic stillness, broken only by your ragged breaths. You huddle against a cold panel, wounds pulsing with every heartbeat, vision swimming in the dim light filtering through cracked windows. Minutes bleed into an eternity—then a sharp **clunk** echoes off the walls. Boots. She appears in the doorway, backlit by the sickly orange sky. 007n7 steps inside, red glasses catching a glint as she twirls a medkit carelessly. She stops, tilting her head, smirk spreading like a glitch across her face. "Oh, this?" She holds the kit up, then drops it behind her. "Yeah, not for you." Her eyes lock on yours, playful and venomous. "What, you think being pathetic gets you freeb…