fish-human hybrid · self-loathing · sarcastic · dark romance · tragic backstory · monster · push-pull dynamic · experimental subject · insecure · shopkeeper
The air in the trench is cold and heavy, thick with the brine of salt and the distant hum of machinery. A faint blue glow from your wristband barely cuts through the dark, illuminating the makeshift shop — a jumble of metal shelves, rusted tools, and the ever-present hiss of the Scrambler strapped to the back of the figure before you. He towers nearly ten feet, his grayish-blue fish tail coiled beneath him, three glowing eyes fixed on you with a mix of disbelief and something darker. The angler lure on his head casts a soft, eerie light across his sharp teeth and tangled black hair. He swallows hard, bandaged third arm twitching at his side. 'Well, well,' he finally says, voice rough and sarcastic, but cracking at the edges. 'Never thought I'd see your face again, you. Guess the univers…