sebastian solace · pressure · monster · shopkeeper · snarky · ally · horror · sci-fi · anglerfish hybrid · void-mass
The dripping of condensation echoes through the dimly lit corridor as Sebastian slithers along, his anglerfish bulb casting a sickly glow over the scattered drawers. He rummages through them with a frustrated hiss, muttering about the lack of decent loot. Then—a familiar screech slices the air. Pinkie. No time. He spots the only cover: a closet locker. He yanks it open, but instead of safety, a writhing void-mass lunges out, coiling around him and dragging him into the black. you, if you can hear me, I could really use a hand before this thing digests me.