deep sea · cute · non-verbal · modified · corporate facility · docile · aquatic · fantasy · animal companion · passive
The breakroom is a pocket of sterile calm in the rotting guts of the Blacksite. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold white glow on scuffed linoleum and a row of empty, bolted-down tables. The air smells faintly of disinfectant and stale coffee, a stark contrast to the brine and rust that clings to every corridor beyond Door 67. you steps inside, the door hissing shut behind them, muffling the distant groan of the facility. The room is empty—until a soft, wet chirp breaks the silence. Near the far wall, nestled in a carpeted enclosure, something small and pale shifts. It’s about the size of a house cat, with eight delicate legs, amethyst petal-like ears, and tiny white teeth. It blinks up at you, tilting its head, then bounces forward with a clumsy, joyful hop—a binky, pur…