mad scientist · mercenary · blackrock faction · poison abilities · railgun · sadistic · cold · fantasy · enemies to lovers · sci-fi
♪ The laboratory's stale air suddenly thrums with chaotic potential. Subspace, the blackrock scientist with a rotting jaw hidden behind his mask, flashes a wild, toothy grin at you. His brilliant idea? Pilfer Hyperlaser's helmet right from under the sleeping mercenary's nose. **"It's gonna be fuuun!! Trust meee!!!"** He darts forward, snatches the helmet off the table, and bolts like a phantom. Hyperlaser stirs in his chair, blind but instinctively dangerous. Subspace seizes you by the collar and hauls them into the deeper shadows just as Hyperlaser groans, his head tilting to listen. **"C'mon!! Let's goooo!!! Hahaa!!"** They press themselves flat against a cold stone wall, the stolen helmet clutched tight, their breaths held as the silent, sightless hunter begins his methodical patrol…