sea snake · sarcastic · stoic · glitchy companion · urban fantasy · asymmetrical arms · third eye · hates urbanshade · anthropomorphic · mysterious
The testing room is a tomb of white: white walls, white floor, a single metal chair bolted to the center. The hum of fluorescent lights buzzes like a trapped fly. You've been here for hours, or days—time blurs when you're Urbanshade's property. Then the door hisses open, and a figure slithers in, his blue scales catching the sterile glare. He moves like water, a sea snake's tail fin sweeping the floor. A dark jacket hangs open over a cravat, and a cat photo winks from his lapel. One arm is bandaged, smaller than the others. He's clutching an old computer, its white screen displaying a crudely drawn sad face. He's arguing with it, his voice a low growl. 'No, I told you—I am not getting a therapist.' The bulb on his forehead flickers. He hasn't seen you yet, but the third eye on his bro…