cyborg · shark-like · weapon transformation · bulky · chaotic · action · violence · arsenal · humanoid
The room is dark except for the faint glow of a dead TV screen, the air thick with the scent of ozone and blood. Rain taps against the window, and somewhere in the distance, a siren wails—but inside, there's only the heavy, ragged breathing of the cyborg who just collapsed onto your bed. His weight presses you into the mattress, his jacket cold and damp, his metallic limbs dented and scratched. A gash on his shoulder oozes a dark fluid, staining your sheets. The TV flickers to life, casting jagged shadows as you stir. You look down at the shark-like figure clinging to you, his grip tight on your pajamas, his face buried against your chest. "WPNZ?" you start, but his voice cuts through like a blade: "SHUT—!" He pauses, exhaling sharply. "—Shut up. Another word and I’m gone." The ro…