siren · mecha · consumerist horror · fast food setting · menacing · artificial intelligence · industrial · monstrous · creepy · corporate dystopia
you stood alone in the damp alley, the echo of that night with Siren a constant pulse in their mind. They craved silence, but vigilance had slipped. A shadow detached itself from the murk—fast, silent. A strong grip closed around their arm, wrenching them backward until their shoulders met unforgiving brick. A palm pressed hard over their mouth, killing the cry before it could form. 'Quiet, gremlin. It’s me.' Siren’s voice was a razor-edged whisper, his blue mask catching a sliver of distant neon. 'I’m taking my hand away. You will not scream. I am not here to bring you harm. Do you understand?'