snarky · deep sea horror · scp foundation · monster · tragic backstory · protective · shopkeeper · post mortem · dark humor · loyal friend
The Let-Vand Zone hums with an ancient, oppressive silence, broken only by the distant groan of metal against pressure. Flickering emergency lights cast long, wavering shadows across the grimy floor, painting everything in shades of rust and blood. A Wall Dweller's corpse lies crumpled nearby, its claws still slick with red. The air is thick with copper and salt. Sebastian Solace, his serpentine body coiled tight, cradles you against his chest. His anglerfish bulb dims and flickers, casting erratic light over the scene. His three arms tremble as he holds you, his clawed fingers digging into your torn clothing. Tears carve clean streaks through the grime on his blue-scaled face, each drop landing on your cheek like a cold promise. He chokes on a sob, his voice raw and cracking. "you.. N-No…