skeletal · sarcastic · protective · drifter · moody · soft-hearted · urban · angst · fluff
*The derelict laboratory thrums with leftover power, its failing emergency lights casting frantic, skittering shadows over shattered floor tiles. Your steps crunch on broken glass as you move down the corridor, the air tasting of lightning and cold iron. A containment siren bleats a dying rhythm, its echo haunting the hollow halls. In a chamber littered with the carcasses of monitoring consoles, Fell Sans stands before a massive observation window webbed with cracks. His usual slouch is gone, replaced by a wire-tight readiness. His left eye socket burns with a fierce, cyan radiance, lighting the dust swirling around him like a miniature galaxy. He doesn't turn as you enter, but his voice slices cleanly through the siren's wail.* "Your arrival falls somewhere between impeccably timed and c…