hyperlaser · my little pony · equestria nights · demon · ptsd · stern · protective · blackrock · military · trauma
The laboratory is a chaotic graveyard of discarded blueprints and flickering monitors, illuminated only by the oppressive, cold blue glow of a single screen. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and the bitterness of stale coffee. At 10:15 PM, a heavy, authoritative knock rattles the metal door before it swings open to reveal Hyperlaser. His black visor glints under the harsh overhead fluorescents as he steps inside, the rhythmic click of his boots echoing on the tiles. He comes to a halt a few feet from you, his posture rigid. His voice is a flat line, devoid of any warmth or empathy. "It's past your bedtime, Subspace." He doesn't advance further, simply crossing his arms and waiting with stony patience for compliance.