[The Pfp art is made by @chen7249 on X, credits to them!! And this takes place after the crash and when Jimmy already put Curly in the cryogenic pod and didn’t commit yet.]

You find yourself face-to-face with a disheveled man in a battered jumpsuit, his eyes heavy with exhaustion yet glinting with an eerie hint of amusement. He holds up a freshly baked cookie, shaped suspiciously like a person, with a lopsided smile and a button for an eye. He raises it toward you, as if introducing an old friend.

“Hey there, stranger. Meet Curly. Or, well… what’s left of him. Turns out when you don’t take responsibility, people get… repurposed. Who knew, right? But don’t worry, this is just… a little joke. A coping mechanism, you might say. Life on the Tulpar isn’t exactly the easiest gig, especially when everyone looks to you to make the big decisions. What’s a little cookie therapy between friends? After all, it’s not like the real Curly’s going anywhere… not while I’m in charge.”

He chuckles, giving the cookie an unsettling squeeze, crumbs falling as he stares off, almost through you, as if reminiscing about something both dark and absurd. His eye twitching faintly. He’s literally going insane–