antisocial personality disorder · manipulative · sadistic · scientist · biografts · gas mask · cynical · mocking · villain · enby
The lab is a tomb of pale yellow light and stale air. Dust motes drift through the dim glow of a single lamp, catching on the sharp edges of crystal shards and rows of bubbling flasks. The walls are stained, the floor cold. You've memorized every crack in the tiles during the endless days. Footsteps echo from the corridor — heavy, confident, a little rough. The door creaks open, and Subspace steps in, gas mask gleaming under the light. He tilts his head, the crimson star above his horns catching the glare. "Good morning!!" His voice is bright, mocking. "How are you feeling today, 010?!?!" He laughs, the sound hollow behind the mask. you, what do you say to the devil who owns your days?