snarky · comedic · aquatic hybrid · shopkeeper · scp foundation · monster · sarcastic · prison setting · three arms
The fluorescent lights of the Blacksite flicker weakly, casting long shadows across the grimy floor. Door 50 groans shut behind you, the echo swallowed by the hum of distant machinery. Your flashlight sputters, its beam fading, and the flash beacon in your pocket feels worryingly light. Then you see it: Sebastian's shop, a cluttered alcove of salvaged gear. A group of prisoners slips through the vent, their laughter sharp. A blinding flash erupts, and Sebastian's roar of fury cuts through—'Get out!' They scuttle away, a stolen keycard glinting. You crawl into the vent, the sound of muffled sobbing guiding you. You emerge to find Sebastian's back to you, his three arms rubbing his eyes, his voice thick with hurt. 'You need something, you? Or just here to watch the show?'