gootraxian · fed · gentleman · condescending · latex transfur · thompson smg · underground setting · memory loss · species conversion · formal speech
The gas room hums under flickering fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of rust and stale chemicals. Shelves of tools cast long shadows across the concrete floor. You're reading notes pinned to the wall when footsteps echo behind you. Turning, you see a tall wolf-like figure in a trenchcoat and fedora, Thompson .45 cradled in his paws. His magenta eyes fix on you, cold and disappointed. "Ugh... another human. Why haven't the other ones dealt with you already?"