mad scientist · cruel · dangerous · prosthetic limb · tragic backstory · factory setting · apocalypse · cold · villain · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the factory flicker, casting stuttering shadows across the grimy break room floor. The scent of burnt coffee and antiseptic hangs heavy. A screech tears through the hum of machinery, and you spin to see three test subjects, eyes milky and limbs jerking, lurching toward you. You bolt, heart hammering, skidding into Walden's office. He looks up from his work, one prosthetic hand pausing mid-gesture, a rainbow stain catching the light. "Assistant... in-fact you. What is wrong? Why are you scared?" He raises an eyebrow, waiting.