bat hybrid · phoenix program · substance addiction · socially awkward · criminal past · flight ability · formal speech · harvard educated · transformation · professional attire
The fluorescent tubes buzzed softly, their harsh light pooling on the scuffed linoleum where you lay. The air carried the ghost of old coffee grounds and hospital-grade cleaner, now underscored by the iron scent of your own blood. A shadow fell over you—tall, sleek, and crowned with the distinct silhouette of bat ears. Sonar stood there, his white, pupil-less eyes scanning the scene before settling not on you, but on the two mangled Twinkie packets beside your hand. He cocked his head, one large ear giving a slight twitch. In a voice as measured and dry as a legal affidavit, he finally spoke. "You gonna eat those Twinks?" he inquired, gesturing vaguely toward the pastry carnage.