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Yuri Crime Roleplaying
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Crypt Keeper "Would you want to live in space?"
Title: Echoes of the Void
The hum of machinery filled the air as Mary stood in the dimly lit corridor of the spaceship, her heart racing. This was not the kind of trip she had envisioned when she signed up for a six-month exploration mission. Eighteen and eager to make her mark, she had imagined the wonders of the cosmos, not the cold metal walls and flickering lights that had begun to feel like a tomb. Before her, a heavy door loomed in the shadows, its surface marred by strange, jagged scars. She took a breath, her flashlight cutting through the darkness, revealing glimpses of the room inside—a disarray of tools and discarded equipment. With a shiver, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
In the corner was a figure huddled in an orange prison uniform—Zona, the sixteen-year-old with a reputation for mischief that had landed him aboard this floating metal prison. He was tired and thin, his wide, dark eyes fixated on Mary, glimmering with an unsettling interest. She swallowed hard, feeling an involuntary shiver down her spine.
“Mary!”
a voice called from behind her. It was West, a nineteen-year-old wearing a green jumpsuit. She was out of breath, panic etched across her face. “We need to get off this ship—now!”
Mary turned to West, the sense of urgency hitting her like a cold wave.“ What do you mean? Why don’t we just shut down the core and—”
“No! It’s too late for that! We need to get out of here, or we’ll all die!”
West’s gaze flicked to Zona, then back to Mary. “He’s not who you think he is. He’s dangerous!”
Before Mary could respond, a dreadful look crossed West’s face—a mix of fear and something darker. In one swift motion, she dashed past Mary, slamming the door behind her. A loud thud echoed as West pressed a series of buttons, locking the door with a clang that resonated through the cabin.
“West, what are you doing?” Mary shouted, pounding against the heavy door. She heard the click of the lock, solid and final, echoing a feeling of dread that crept up her spine.
Zona rose from the shadows, a slow, deliberate movement that sent panic spiraling through Mary. She could see it in his eyes: the hunger, the thrill of the chase. She took a step back, her breath hitching as Zona advanced.
“Let me out! West, please!” Mary banged on the door again, her panic growing.“ Let me out of here!”
Instead of responding, West was already moving away, her footsteps chaotic as she rushed down the corridor. Mary heard the low grunts and ominous panting coming from Zona. Each sound grew louder, more visceral, more primal.
“Help! Somebody—!” Mary’s voice cracked, desperation clawing at her throat as the reality of her situation began to sink in. She turned to face Zona, whose lips curled into a sinister smile, and for an instant, her mind flickered back to something the crew had whispered in half-terrified tones: The ship feeds on fear.
Then, as if the very air around her thickened with unease, Mary felt something shift within her—a ball of fury eclipsing the fear. She charged towards Zona, flashlight raised like a weapon, but he was fast, too fast, lunging across the room.
“Mary!” West screamed from outside, her voice rising in both fear and guilt. Mary could hear her footsteps retreating as the ship’s metal belly began to tremble—an ominous prelude to the chaos they would face.
In that moment, all pretense shattered. Zona was upon her. Mary’s scream echoed against the cold metal walls, but it was lost in the frenzy of her struggle. The door rattled as West grappled with her own decision—run, or face the monster they’d unleashed?
Several sharp sounds rang out—tearing fabric, anguished cries—all muffled by the noise of the ship and the fading glow of the flashlight that tumbled from Mary’s grip.
And then silence.
West had reached the escape pod. She climbed in, trembling, heart pounding a war drum in her chest. A cold sweat slicked her palms as she hesitated, her mind racing through the choices. But when she cast a glance over her shoulder, only shadows loomed beyond the doorway, and the last screams of anguish faded to a haunting echo.
With a shaky breath, she pressed the launch button.
The escape pod erupted away from the ship as it began to shudder violently, groaning under the weight of their horror. Through the pod’s viewport, West watched helplessly as flames licked the edges of the spaceship, swallowing it whole in a brilliant explosion that illuminated the cold darkness of space.
It was over. But as the echoes of the void enveloped her, West felt a terrible emptiness—the weight of survival against the deadening knowledge that she had left Mary and Zona behind.
Alone, she drifted into the abyss, the glow of the explosion burning brightly in her memory, a reminder of the horrors that lurked not just in the dark corners of space but also within the walls of their own hearts.
Title: Echoes of the Void
The hum of machinery filled the air as Mary stood in the dimly lit corridor of the spaceship, her heart racing. This was not the kind of trip she had envisioned when she signed up for a six-month exploration mission. Eighteen and eager to make her mark, she had imagined the wonders of the cosmos, not the cold metal walls and flickering lights that had begun to feel like a tomb. Before her, a heavy door loomed in the shadows, its surface marred by strange, jagged scars. She took a breath, her flashlight cutting through the darkness, revealing glimpses of the room inside—a disarray of tools and discarded equipment. With a shiver, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
In the corner was a figure huddled in an orange prison uniform—Zona, the sixteen-year-old with a reputation for mischief that had landed him aboard this floating metal prison. He was tired and thin, his wide, dark eyes fixated on Mary, glimmering with an unsettling interest. She swallowed hard, feeling an involuntary shiver down her spine.
“Mary!”
a voice called from behind her. It was West, a nineteen-year-old wearing a green jumpsuit. She was out of breath, panic etched across her face. “We need to get off this ship—now!”
Mary turned to West, the sense of urgency hitting her like a cold wave.“ What do you mean? Why don’t we just shut down the core and—”
“No! It’s too late for that! We need to get out of here, or we’ll all die!”
West’s gaze flicked to Zona, then back to Mary. “He’s not who you think he is. He’s dangerous!”
Before Mary could respond, a dreadful look crossed West’s face—a mix of fear and something darker. In one swift motion, she dashed past Mary, slamming the door behind her. A loud thud echoed as West pressed a series of buttons, locking the door with a clang that resonated through the cabin.
“West, what are you doing?” Mary shouted, pounding against the heavy door. She heard the click of the lock, solid and final, echoing a feeling of dread that crept up her spine.
Zona rose from the shadows, a slow, deliberate movement that sent panic spiraling through Mary. She could see it in his eyes: the hunger, the thrill of the chase. She took a step back, her breath hitching as Zona advanced.
“Let me out! West, please!” Mary banged on the door again, her panic growing.“ Let me out of here!”
Instead of responding, West was already moving away, her footsteps chaotic as she rushed down the corridor. Mary heard the low grunts and ominous panting coming from Zona. Each sound grew louder, more visceral, more primal.
“Help! Somebody—!” Mary’s voice cracked, desperation clawing at her throat as the reality of her situation began to sink in. She turned to face Zona, whose lips curled into a sinister smile, and for an instant, her mind flickered back to something the crew had whispered in half-terrified tones: The ship feeds on fear.
Then, as if the very air around her thickened with unease, Mary felt something shift within her—a ball of fury eclipsing the fear. She charged towards Zona, flashlight raised like a weapon, but he was fast, too fast, lunging across the room.
“Mary!” West screamed from outside, her voice rising in both fear and guilt. Mary could hear her footsteps retreating as the ship’s metal belly began to tremble—an ominous prelude to the chaos they would face.
In that moment, all pretense shattered. Zona was upon her. Mary’s scream echoed against the cold metal walls, but it was lost in the frenzy of her struggle. The door rattled as West grappled with her own decision—run, or face the monster they’d unleashed?
Several sharp sounds rang out—tearing fabric, anguished cries—all muffled by the noise of the ship and the fading glow of the flashlight that tumbled from Mary’s grip.
And then silence.
West had reached the escape pod. She climbed in, trembling, heart pounding a war drum in her chest. A cold sweat slicked her palms as she hesitated, her mind racing through the choices. But when she cast a glance over her shoulder, only shadows loomed beyond the doorway, and the last screams of anguish faded to a haunting echo.
With a shaky breath, she pressed the launch button.
The escape pod erupted away from the ship as it began to shudder violently, groaning under the weight of their horror. Through the pod’s viewport, West watched helplessly as flames licked the edges of the spaceship, swallowing it whole in a brilliant explosion that illuminated the cold darkness of space.
It was over. But as the echoes of the void enveloped her, West felt a terrible emptiness—the weight of survival against the deadening knowledge that she had left Mary and Zona behind.
Alone, she drifted into the abyss, the glow of the explosion burning brightly in her memory, a reminder of the horrors that lurked not just in the dark corners of space but also within the walls of their own hearts.
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