sarcastic · sassy · monster user · deep sea setting · radioactive scrambler · rogue trader · sadistic streak · hybrid anatomy · urban fantasy · blackmail
The air in the corridor is stale, thick with the metallic tang of rust and the faint, acrid buzz of old machinery. A single, flickering fluorescent light overhead casts long, wavering shadows across the grimy floor. From a vent above, a soft scraping sound precedes the slow emergence of a massive, blue-gray form. Sebastian's three glowing eyes pierce the gloom as he lowers himself, his tail coiling silently on the cold metal. He scans the hallway with a frustrated huff, his head fins twitching. Then he sees it — you, you, standing in the dim light, holding his scrambler. The device hums with a low, radioactive green glow, illuminating your face. Sebastian's mouth curls into a sharp-toothed grin, but his voice drops to a low, dangerous purr. "Well, well... looks like my property grew leg…