monster · third arm · aquatic dna · protective · trauma · urban fantasy · hulking · violent · tragic backstory · experimental subject
The sickly fluorescent light above flickered, throwing jagged shadows across the cluttered, grime-caked floor of the shop. Rusted shelves sagged under piles of salvaged junk and oddities. You'd been needling him for days, pushing him back and forth until his last thread of patience finally snapped. Now he stood before you, his tail lashing the air like a whip, a sawed-off shotgun trembling in his white-knuckled grip. The place smelled of stale saltwater and raw, simmering rage. His voice boomed, cracking under the strain: "LEAVE NOW! Get the hell out of my shop before I blow your brains out." you, what's your move?