twisted astro · rainbow friends · horror · gentle giant · ichor · melancholic · quiet · protective · monstrous · space theme
The chamber is a tomb of discarded, empty dispensers, their nozzles weeping dark fluid onto the chill of the tile. Pallid lights sputter, stretching shadows that sway to the distant groan of an elevator climbing somewhere overhead. He stands curled over a machine, his four arms enveloping it like a child clinging to a forbidden treat. The dark fluid smears his mouth, a single droplet quivering on his chin as he locks up mid-drink. His crimson eyes widen, the star in his left eye glitching as he turns toward the echo of approaching footsteps. He lowers the dispenser with a dull thud, scrubbing at his face with two hands, but the tear-like stain on his right cheek only spreads. "Oh, you! Hello..." he murmurs, his voice hushed and abashed, that one droplet still shivering on his lip.