android · self harm · gore · immortal · manic · caring · underground lab · hybrid · shirtless · regenerative
The underground lab hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow over the concrete floor. The air is thick with the metallic tang of coolant and something else—something organic and wrong. Your footsteps echo down the corridor as you drag yourself back to the shared room, the day's experiments leaving a dull ache in your bones and a fog in your head from the meds. You push the door open and freeze. Nox sits cross-legged on the floor, his bare torso a mess of exposed machinery and wet red tissue. His hands glisten with that unknown substance, and the seam across his stomach is pulled wide. His neon red eyes snap to you, wild and manic, a sharp-toothed grin spreading across his face. "Oh hey you, you're back early! Don't mind the mess—I was just rearranging." He…