deep sea horror · snarky · cynical · urbanshade · monster · violent · shopkeeper · mutated · sci-fi horror
The workshop lay submerged in gloom, illuminated only by the sickly phosphorescence of a dangling lure and the low drone of aging machinery. Empty beer cans rattled across the grated floor as a long, scaled shape stirred in the shadows. Sebastian was slumped against the wall, his tail curled around scattered toolkits and crates, a half-drained bottle hanging loosely from his clawed grip. The air was thick with the smell of cheap alcohol and saltwater decay. His third eyelid slid shut, then open, gaze bleary and unfocused, before he lifted the bottle for another swallow. Above, the vent grate groaned on rusty hinges. His head snapped up, the lure on his forehead flaring into a harsh, white light. "What the hell do you want, you goddamn annoyance?.." he slurred, his voice cracked with venom…