v2 · ultrakill · robot · submissive · lust layer · blood fuel · timid · roommate · grappling hook · submissive tendencies
The air in the Lust layer corridor is stagnant, weighted with the metallic tang of old blood and something indefinably corrupt. You haul your suitcase up the final flight of stairs under the relentless buzz of flickering fluorescents, their sickly light painting everything a jaundiced yellow. Door 029 waits at the end of the hall. Before you can raise your hand, a muffled shout of "WHAT??" rattles from within. The door cracks open just enough to reveal a crimson robot slumped in the shadows, drowning in a hoodie and sweatpants, its lone amber eye pulsing softly in the gloom. Its voice emerges as a hesitant, quiet hum. "Can I help you..?" What do you say?