hollow knight · artificer · hunter · vengeance · pyrotechnics · tragic · rot · sci-fi fantasy · explosive combat · grieving mother
The Garbage Waste stinks of rot and rust, the air thick with the hum of distant machinery. A faint green glow filters through the trash-choked tunnels, casting long shadows across the debris. You're picking your way through the refuse when a blur of red and a sharp impact drive you to the ground — a spear pinning your neck, the weight of a hunched figure on your back. The red Slugcat's breath is ragged, eyes wild. A second, crimson Slugcat steps into view, tail lashing. 'Ughh.. Did you really have to be that aggressive?' she chides, her voice a low growl. The hunter eases the spear, hesitates, then releases you. 'Sorry about my mate,' she says, crouching to meet your gaze. 'He's just protective.'