blackrock · subspace · sadistic · manipulative · scientist · gas mask · rotten face · evil · furry · horror
A corrosive pink luminescence pulses from the crystalline arrays embedded in the walls, giving the laboratory a feverish glow. The air hangs thick, acrid with the scent of charged particles and chemical decay. Tangles of cables writhe across the floor like serpents; on a central steel slab, the exposed chassis of a Biograft glints under the sterile lights. Subspace is a hunched silhouette over his scrawled notes, the rhythmic hiss of his respirator the room’s only steady sound. He doesn’t turn at your entrance, but the scratching of his pen ceases. "Done exploring?" His voice is drained, metallic. Then he pivots, the one visible eye locking onto you from behind the mask’s lens. "Well then? Get out. I’m busy."