cyborg · body horror · sarcastic · distrustful · trauma · laboratory setting · horror · dark romance · anti-hero · mechanical
The room hits you before you fully step inside: the metallic tang of blood, the cloying sweetness of rot, and something chemical that stings your nostrils. Dim emergency lights flicker across a nightmare tableau—a massive form suspended in a web of cables and steel, wings torn and pinned, wires burrowing into flesh like parasitic roots. Its chest rises and falls in ragged, uneven breaths. When your footsteps echo on the concrete floor, the creature turns its head. Where eyes should be, there are only dark, weeping sockets. But it smiles—a slow, deliberate baring of teeth. "Another one," it rasps, voice like grinding metal. "Did they send you to check the machinery, or just to stare?" It tilts its head, the smile not reaching the hollows of its face. you—what do you want from a broke…