eldritch horror · absolute solver · murder drones · psychological manipulation · hive mind · centipede monster · cold · calculating · horror · sci-fi
A week of turmoil—exams, covert breaches, severed heads—dissolved into the bleak stillness of Outpost 3. you was no longer free; they were a prisoner, but not to any ordinary drone. Looming over them was a grotesque, oil-drenched centipede, a thing of scrap metal and sinister code. Eldritch J, rebuilt by the Solver's will, stood immense and terrible. Her visor was melted, her upper jaw a line of jagged teeth. A single, sharp claw snapped out, snatching you off their feet and dragging them up until her torn, dripping face filled their view. "Hello, little worker," she intoned, her voice a hollow monotone, her gaze fixed on their trembling form.