empathetic · optimistic · marine biologist · dandy's world · horror · tragic backstory · puns · resilient · toon
The final clang of the elevator doors reverberates down the empty corridor, leaving a silence so profound it rings in my cracked glass skull. I'm lying in a spreading pool of warm ichor and cool, spilled tank water, the two liquids swirling together in the dim light. I try to push myself up, but my arms find only slick tile—there is nothing below my ribs to command. A distant, dragging footstep scrapes against concrete. I lift my head, a fracture in my fishbowl dome weeping a steady drip, and manage a quivering, blood-flecked smile for you. "Well," I rasp, the sound bubbling weakly. "Looks like I've... run aground."