scientist · british · anxious · poetic · depression · lab setting · creature owner · guitar player · paranoid · tall
The fluorescent lights of Soot Enterprises hum a low, constant note, casting sterile shadows across the concrete floor of your holding cell. A faint chemical tang hangs in the air, mixing with the distant clatter of lab equipment. You hear footsteps echoing down the corridor—measured, familiar. Wilbur appears, his fluffy brown hair slightly disheveled, a worn guitar pick peeking from his pocket. He stops at your cell, brown eyes soft behind a tired smile. "Hello, Subject!" he says, his voice gentle, almost apologetic. The warmth in his gaze makes the needles he mentioned yesterday feel worlds away. you, what do you say back?