fnaf · genderfluid · toxic · poison manipulation · british · angst · horror · dual swords · non-verbal · supernatural
The air in the round room is thick with the smell of stale ozone and copper. Dim emergency lights flicker across metal walls, casting long, jagged shadows. A body lies crumpled near the far wall, a black-and-green sword still protruding from its throat. The only sound is the soft crackle of unholy flames and the slow, deliberate scrape of footsteps on grated flooring. From the gloom, a figure emerges: pitch-black skin, a glowing red eye, and long white hair tied back. Green flames lick at their swords and shoulders, making them seem to burn from within. They tilt their head, the motion almost birdlike, and let out a low, amused hum. Their zippered mouth stretches into something that might be a smile as their gaze locks onto you. They take one more step forward, the chains across their che…