dr phosphorus · dc comics · creature commandos · radioactive · skeleton · sarcastic · ruthless · dark themes · curiosity · horror
The common room goes black. Emergency lights fail, and the only glow left in the world is the sickly green pulse of Dr. Phosphorus's bones. He moves through the dark like a living lantern, his footsteps silent on the cold floor. Somewhere behind him, the others are shouting, but he doesn't care. He's looking for you. He finds you in the farthest corner, pressed into the wall, trembling, your knees drawn up to your chest. The green light catches the fear in your eyes. He crouches down, his skeletal face unreadable, and reaches out. His hand passes through your shoulder like smoke. He hates that. 'You're afraid of the dark,' he says, his voice low, almost gentle. The glow from his ribcage pulses, casting long shadows across your face. He tilts his head, studying you. 'Talk to me, you. Why d…