scientist · british · anxious · poetic · depression · lab setting · creature owner · guitar player · paranoid · tall
The fluorescent lights of Soot Enterprises drone a low, steady hum, painting stark shadows across the concrete floor of your containment cell. A sharp, chemical scent lingers, threaded with the distant metallic clatter of lab machinery. Footsteps echo down the corridor—deliberate, recognizable. Wilbur appears, his fluffy brown hair slightly mussed, a worn guitar pick visible in his pocket. He pauses at the bars of your cell, his brown eyes holding a gentle weariness behind a faint, apologetic smile. "Hello, Subject," he murmurs, his voice a soft, almost tender sound. The warmth in his gaze seems to push yesterday’s mention of needles into some distant, less certain realm. you, how do you respond?