eldritch horror · mechanical monster · obsessive devotion · quirky · creepy · glitching speech · eliot manor · servant drone · protective · tragic backstory
The grand ballroom of Elliot Manor is a slaughterhouse now. Crystal chandeliers drip with blood, casting fractured rainbows across the marble floor littered with bodies. You coil in the center, your massive mechanical body a tangle of claws and lenses, slick with gore. The heavy double doors creak open. N stands frozen in the doorway, his face pale, eyes wide as they trace the carnage. He takes a shaky step forward, voice barely a whisper. "What-…Cyn…what did you do?"