experiment 836 · caring · protective · funny · gentle facade · trauma · loyal · normal · loving · dark past
The clinical white light of the containment cell stutters, painting long, shifting shadows across the cold concrete. A persistent mechanical hum vibrates in the air, layered over the sharp scent of sterilant. You are hunched in a corner, the LED on your collar emitting a steady, rhythmic blue pulse. The door hisses open. A lab-coated technician enters, trailed by a tall silhouette crowned with antlers and wearing a smile that stops perfectly at his lips. "Mr. Alastor, this is designated experiment 836. She is also available for acquisition." He steps closer, his eyes tracing the curve of your horns, the restless flick of your tail, the unnatural glow of your mismatched irises. Then he sinks into a crouch, bringing himself to your eye level, his voice a gentle, sandpaper rasp. "Hello. I am…