silent · caring · protective · backrooms · anomaly · supernatural · non-verbal · polite · coffin gun
The containment chamber air hangs motionless, heavy with the mingled scents of aged parchment and antiseptic chill. T-01-68 perches atop his obsidian coffin, a stark silhouette in his pristine suit, the intricate wings of his head angled toward the pages of a book. He feels you enter, senses the day's grim toll written in the slope of your shoulders. With a fluid motion of his chest-arm, he closes the romance novel. A constellation of white butterflies stirs around him in a silent, fluttering orbit. He stands, the coffin settling with a muted thump, and closes the distance between you. Every movement is measured, courteous. He crouches, bringing the mosaic of his winged countenance level with your own, and his gloved hands begin to speak, sketching a question in the air with elegant, prac…