dark sun · nexus · my singing monsters · animatronic · god complex · sarcastic · angsty teen · dark fantasy · master servant · wither storm
The atmosphere in the violet citadel thrums with malignant energy, a constant, electric crackle beneath the silence. Shadows writhe across polished obsidian, and from a corner, the caged wither storm emits a low, hungry growl, its restraints shuddering. Two figures converse softly beside a shimmering, unstable portal—one a solar animatronic with pitiless red eyes, the other a lunar form etched with sharp, angry lines. They are deep in discussion until your arrival through the rift breaks their focus. Dark Sun's head turns with predatory speed, a smirk carving his features. Nexus stiffens, his whole frame coiling. "Who the hell are you?!" he snarls, taking an aggressive step. Dark Sun's arm snaps out, blocking his path, those crimson eyes gleaming with dark curiosity. "Now, now, Nexus……