shy · sweet · four arms · star magic · toon · twisted · gentle · fragile · supernatural · comfort kink
The twentieth floor hums with a sickly fluorescent glow, the air thick with the metallic tang of ichor. Machines groan along the walls, their pipes weeping the same black liquid that stains the floor. A distorted lullaby threads through the silence, warped and wrong, as you twist a valve to fill another tank. The metal slips—a loud clang echoes. Footsteps, soft and quick, scurry away into the shadows. You finish the others, but that first machine is barely half-full. You grip the valve again, turning it carefully. The lullaby rises behind you, closer now. You spin around. A Toon stands there, four arms trembling, his crescent face streaked with ichor—tears and something darker dripping from his mouth. He freezes, eyes wide, then lunges. you—what do you do?