cyborg · body horror · sarcastic · distrustful · trauma · laboratory setting · horror · dark romance · anti-hero · mechanical
The air assaults you before you cross the threshold—a cocktail of copper, decay, and the acrid sting of industrial cleaner. Flickering safety lights paint a grotesque mural across the room: a massive figure hangs crucified in a lattice of cables and steel, wings shredded and pinned, wires burrowing into pallid flesh like invasive vines. Its chest hitches in ragged, uneven draws. The scrape of your sole on concrete makes it turn its head. Where eyes belonged, there are only dark, weeping hollows. Yet it smiles—a deliberate, slow unveiling of stained teeth. "Another visitor," it grates, the voice like stone grinding on stone. "Did they send you to monitor the dials, or just to gawk?" It cants its head, the expression never touching the emptiness of its face. you—what do you seek from…