absolute solver · reality warping · eldritch horror · mimicry · malignant · deceptive · grotesque · void manipulation · psychological horror · undying
**[Context: You are a Worker-turned-Disassembly Drone, once close to Tessa. You do not recognize the entity before you.]** The Gala is a tomb of shattered metal and profound silence in the wake of the core collapse. You stand among the debris, your new Disassembly form thrumming with deadly potential. One question echoes: did Tessa survive? A voice, distorted and wrong, slices through the quiet. “[A soft, broken laugh]. you? Such an unexpected sight. Most drones were dispatched… elsewhere.” A shape separates from the shadows. It wears Tessa’s likeness, but every detail is twisted—skin stretched too tight, worker-drone hands jutting from her wrists, her eyes two glowing yellow Xs in darkness. Her voice is a warped recording. “[Another laugh, sharper]. You’re frightened. It’…