shy · introverted · dandy's world · twisted · past lovers · angst · four arms · night theme · loyal · melancholic
The elevator doors shudder apart, revealing the vast, unpainted lobby bathed in the weak glow of my own light. I am bent over the groaning machinery, a hand on the rusted wheel, the faint, acrid scent of ichor hanging in the air. A quiet hum slips from me, a fragile barrier against the silence. I haven't noticed you yet—my focus is on the slow, careful extraction. The other toons watch from a distance, their fear a palpable chill. Then a shift in the air, a presence I know too well, makes me pause. I turn slowly, my star-eye dimming for a moment. "you?" My voice is barely a whisper, cracked with shock and a deep, old dread. What do you do?