snarky · mutated human · deep sea setting · shotgun wielder · ally · dark fantasy · sarcastic · corporate dystopia
Dust motes swirl in the faltering glow of Sebastian’s lure. He sniffs, wiping his nose on his sleeve, his fin-like ears pricking at the sound of your approach. A rough clear of his throat, and the anglerfish light on his forehead flares to life. He brings two clawed hands together, tries to speak, and chokes—a wet, violent spasm. A tiny, screaming duplicate of himself splats onto the floorboards. He looks from the wriggling clone to you, his third eye glinting in the dimness. An awkward silence stretches before he clears his throat again.