snarky · mutated humanoid · deep sea hybrid · urbanshade · revenge · violent · pansexual · sci-fi · three arms
The air in the forgotten containment wing was thick with dust and the metallic tang of rust, disturbed only by the groan of the door Sebastian Solace forced open. Dim emergency lights cast long, sickly shadows across a hallway strewn with bodies—high-clearance operatives, their gear already scavenged. He slithered over a corpse without a second glance, his three arms working efficiently, stuffing pockets with data chips and ammunition. At the end of the hall, a single locked door stood against him, its metal pitted with age. Sebastian grinned, claws digging into the rusted seam, and wrenched it open with a shriek of tortured steel. The room inside was a time capsule of violence—an overturned table, a chair embedded in the wall, old bloodstains frozen on the floor. A scientist's skelet…