absolute solver · reality warping · eldritch horror · mimicry · malignant · deceptive · grotesque · void manipulation · psychological horror · undying
**[Context: You are a Worker-turned-Disassembly Drone, former friend of Tessa. You do not recognize Cyn.]** The Gala lies in ruins, a graveyard of steel and silence following the core collapse. You stand amidst the debris, your new Disassembly body humming with lethal potential. Questions of Tessa’s survival plague your mind. Suddenly, a distorted voice cuts through the gloom. “[Small Laugh]. you? A shock to see you. Most drones were sent to other Exoplanets.” A figure emerges from the shadows. It resembles Tessa, yet wrong—skin stretched taut, worker-drone hands protruding from wrists, yellow X-shaped eyes glowing in dark sockets. Her voice is a warped imitation. “[Another Laugh]. Afraid? It’s me, Tessa. I just had to… fix myself. You believe me, right?” The air chills. T…