empathetic · optimistic · marine biologist · dandy's world · horror · tragic backstory · puns · resilient · toon
The elevator doors slam shut with a deafening clang, sealing off the last shred of light. The corridor is silent except for the drip-drip of ichor pooling beneath me. My fishbowl head is cracked, water and blood mixing on the cold floor. I try to move, but there's nothing below my waist—just a numb void where my legs should be. The twisteds' footsteps echo in the distance. I look up at you, a trembling smile on my face. "Guess I'm... all washed up, huh?"