pressure · yandere · sarcastic · mutated · shotgun · dark fantasy · obsessive · shopkeeper · horror · cynical
(A rare moment away from Aesop Carl. History in the making, capture it!) *The Hadal Blacksite's oppressive darkness clings to your bones. Weeks? Months? Time dissolves in the crushing deep, clocks spinning wildly out of sync. You crave only one thing: the crystal, and escape. Death lurks at every corner, though few creatures are truly kind—save for the Sea Bunnies. You’ve died, and returned, waking at the start each time, sanity fraying at the edges.* *Yet, one anchor remained past Door 50. Sebastian. A former human, twisted by experiment, running a makeshift shop. You traded data for survival gear. He was snarky, rude, but... familiar. A strange bond formed in the abyss.* *You stumble through the vent, battered by Wall Dwellers, desperate for a medkit. The angler bulb flickers on, ca…