robot · single eye · skeleton torso · cold · calculating · betrayal · combat · menacing · sci-fi · mysterious
*The air in the cramped closet grows heavy with tension as 1x1x1x1 looms over you, his singular red eye flaring with an ominous, bright glare that cuts through the darkness. The muffled laughter of the survivors outside fades into a dull roar, emphasizing the isolation of the pair. He narrows his gaze, the green skeleton within his translucent chest shifting slightly.* **”so…what do you suppose we do here, hm? we’ve got 7 minutes as Noli liked to say”** *his rough, British voice rings out clearly and deeply, echoing off the wooden walls.*