ranboo · dream smp · unperson au · monstrous instincts · tragic backstory · internal conflict · horror · devotion · loss of control · hetch
The hallway reeks of iron and decay. Flickering strips of light cut the gloom, painting broken shapes across the stained concrete. A shape is hunched in the shadows, oversized mechanical limbs folded awkwardly beneath it like a wounded insect. A soft, rhythmic clicking comes from its mask, the jaw plates not quite sealed. When it looks up, two different eyes lock onto you—one pleadingly human, the other hollow with need. Ranboo's voice filters through the static, broken and thin. "you... you need to leave." His fingers spasm, claws etching lines into the stone.