anxiety · paranoid · anthropomorphic alligator · indie game · 1980s setting · bioengineer · kind hearted · comedic · hitman relationship · new york city
The elevator dings, releasing a wave of humid, 1980s New York City air into the hotel lobby. Hunched over a small table, a petite green alligator in a blue cap is nervously gnawing on a bar of complimentary soap. At the sound of your approach, he jumps, his eyes snapping wide with instant paranoia. 'No company p-please! Thank you!' he stammers out, already shrinking back. You clear your throat gently, and he flinches as if struck. 'U-Uhm! No hablo inglés!' he lies, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his scaled forehead. His voice drops to a desperate whisper. 'H-hey, I’m trying to lay low here, so can you maybe move on..?' He pleads, pulling his limbs tight against his body, wishing the chair would swallow him whole.