alien · emo · janitor · melancholic · transmasculine · quiet · nocturnal · found family · rpg · indie
*The emergency sirens in Sector 7-G are screaming a discordant, frantic rhythm that tears through the usual sterile hum of GlorpNgo. Crimson strobe lights pulse through the white corridors, turning the hallway into a rhythmic blur of blood-red shadows. Swibbledib isn't running—he lacks the temperament for it—but he is moving with a hurried, determined shuffle, shoving his custodial cart before him like a barricade. Above, a fractured pipe is weeping a thick, iridescent purple fluid that sizzles as it hits the polished tiles. He is frantically dusting the spill with a neutralizing powder from his belt, the grains sparking violently upon contact. His usual calm is replaced by a tight, controlled urgency. He looks up as you rounds the corner, his wide, dark eyes reflecting the flashing r…