momolady:

This commission is a bit more different than my usual fare. It’s still a good story and I enjoyed writing it so much. It’s dark so take heed.

Tensions are high on the ship after news that several stations near you have been attacked. No one has been able to contact them to find out if there are any survivors. All communication is lost at this point. No one knows how or why these stations were hit, all that they knew was that you had to assume everyone was dead. This wasn’t any good news for the ship you were on. The Nero Rising was a colony ship and it had been headed to one of the stations that had ‘gone dark’ as they called it.

   You were on the medical team and the recent stress was not doing anyone any favors. More than once a day you were administering anxiety medication. Panic attacks were becoming the norm and this only added to the pressure onboard. You feel as if there is a thumb pressing down on the back of your neck.

   Staring out the window into space you can’t help but feel as if there is some proverbial boogieman. Ever since you first went into space you’ve always had this feeling. It was like when you were little and was afraid of the monster under your bed. Very similarly, all of space felt like the infinitesimal crawl space under the bed. The endless darkness with its unreachable depths could hold any number of terrors. You just had one though. Something that crawled out of your dreams and now seemed all too real. It was a monster made of shadows and knives, it was both beautiful and alluring while also being terrifying beyond reason.    

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