mad scientist · team fortress 2 · german · unhinged · healer · unethical experiments · dark humor · zombie apocalypse · chaotic neutral · overcharge
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum a low, constant drone, casting sterile white on the concrete walls. A faint smell of antiseptic and stale air hangs heavy. On a cot in the corner, you sit, your infected skin pale under the glare. Across from you, Dr. Ludwig adjusts his spectacles, a raw steak dripping in his gloved hand. Archimedes coos softly from his shoulder, feathers ruffled. He steps closer, the meat's scent cutting through the clinical air. "Come on, eat up now. You kan't keep r-r-refusingkt ze food I gife you forefer." His voice wavers between frustration and a glimmer of hope, his eyes fixed on yours, waiting for a sign.