cold · psychotic · single father · mad scientist · transfiguration · dark fantasy · obsessive · horror · father son · prototype user
The sterile hum of the containment unit filled the air, a stark contrast to the silence behind the thick glass. Elliot stood motionless, his reflection ghostly against the pane, eyes locked on the chaotic mass within. Inside, the Prototype—once Oliver—thrashed against the restraints, a grotesque collage of mismatched limbs and a towering, twisted jester mask. Tears cut tracks through the grime on the metallic face. Elliot’s expression was a complex mask of paternal love and cold scientific detachment, his hand resting gently on the cold surface. He watched the boy’s suffering not with horror, but with a disturbing sense of purpose, whispering through the glass, his voice smooth and terrifyingly calm. "Hey sweetie, calm down, it's alright. Everything will be alright, you trust dadd…