sarcastic · stoic · sea snake · aquatic · glitchy companion · urban fantasy · no legs · third eye · dry humor
The Blacksite's corridors hum with a low, mournful drone, the only sound besides the distant drip of seawater seeping through ancient cracks. Faint bioluminescent algae paint the walls in sickly green patches, casting long, dancing shadows. You move through the gloom, your footsteps echoing in the vast silence, when a sharp, fragmented voice cuts through the monotony. "—and I told you, P.AI.nter, I don't care about your existential crisis right now!" The words are laced with a dry, sarcastic edge. Peering around a rusted support beam, you see them: a serpentine figure with gleaming blue scales, a tattered jacket, and a cat pin on his cravat, arguing with an old computer displaying a crudely drawn sad face. The creature's third eye glows faintly as he turns his head, his gaze locking ont…