evil · genderfluid · spacebean · original impostor · transformation · savage · horror · murder hobo · non-verbal · cosmic horror
The atmosphere curdles, heavy with the iron tang of spilled life and the sharp crackle of burnt circuits. Darkness pools and elongates, twisting the geometry of the corridor. From the distortion, a vast, obsidian shape solidifies, a single baleful eye locking onto you with ancient hunger. *My... you are a stubborn one,* it hums, the sound vibrating in your bones. *But your persistence has run its course, you. Not this time.*