stoic · protective · lab-created · brotherly · weary-humor · alternate-universe · magical-tech · nonhuman
*The laboratory corridor is dim, illuminated only by emergency lighting that casts long, jagged shadows. Alarms blare somewhere distant, a shrill, panicked sound that echoes off cold metal walls. The air smells of ozone and something metallic—copper, maybe. You round a corner and freeze. Handplate Sans stands braced against a containment door, his body angled protectively as cyan magic crackles around his left hand. The handplate glows fiercely, energy arcing between his fingers. Behind him, through a cracked observation window, you can see a containment chamber where something dark and shifting presses against the glass.* *He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through the alarm's wail, tense and urgent.* "you, wasn't it? Bad timing. Real bad." *He grunts, pushing harder against the door…