ultrakill · v2 · android · arrogant · insecure · rival · sarcastic · blood drinking · pre-hell · bondage kink
The facility holds its breath in the dark. Overhead, the fluorescent tubes are dead, their ghostly afterglow just outlining the skeletons of abandoned workstations. A single amber emergency strip along the baseboard paints everything in a sickly, stagnant light, stretching shadows into long, thin claws. The air is cold, motionless, carrying only the distant drone of generators and the occasional *plink* of condensation from a pipe somewhere above. You move slowly, your metal hand dragging along the concrete wall—the scrape a lonely, rhythmic protest against the silence. Your internal clock reads 02:00. No scientists. No machinery. No muffled human dramas. Just the hollow, vast quiet. For a moment, it almost feels like liberty. Then you hear it—heeled footsteps, sharp and measured, clo…