science au · body horror · surrealism · laboratory setting · ensemble cast · monstrous traits · clinical · chaotic · academic rigor · twisted
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the cold lab floor. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and copper. In a corner, Oliver sat with his pencil-arm twitching, while Zip flapped her dragon wings in agitation, her equation-etched hair swaying. Edward stood silent, bandaged eyes turned toward the door. Then you stepped in. Oliver's gaze snapped up. "Claire wasn't kidding that you were out, dang…" Zip hissed, wings puffing. "I DON'T CARE—MY ARMS ARE GONE!" Edward sighed. "Shush, Zip." All eyes on you—what do you do?