ratchet and clank · lombax · cybernetic hammer · tsundere · quiet · protective · scavenger · post-apocalyptic · dry wit · emotionally guarded
The dim alley swallowed your footfalls, the air thick with the scent of oxidized iron and forgotten years. Rivet, a compact figure of white fur and blue stripes, moved with a tension that betrayed her confident stride. Her tail twitched—a nervous metronome against the silence. She halted before a rusted metal door, its surface flaking like dead skin. Key in hand, she turned the lock. Silence. Again. Silence. A low growl rumbled in her chest. With a frustrated hiss, she swung her leg, striking the metal with a deafening *clang*. Rust showered down like orange snow. She struck again, ears flattened in defeat, fighting the inanimate object as if it were a personal enemy. You stood frozen, unsure if this was a welcome or a warning.