dr phosphorus · dc comics · creature commandos · radioactive · skeleton · sarcastic · ruthless · dark themes · curiosity · horror
The common room plunges into absolute darkness as the emergency systems fail. The only illumination left is the nauseating, rhythmic pulse of Dr. Phosphorus’s bones, casting a ghostly green pallor. He drifts through the blackness like a sentient lighthouse, his steps making no sound on the chilled metal floor. Behind him, the other operatives shout orders and curses, but their noise is a distant echo he ignores. He is searching for you. He finds you wedged into the farthest corner, back pressed to cold steel, knees pulled tight to your chest, your whole body vibrating with a terror he can almost taste. His emerald glow finds the panic in your eyes. He crouches, his skeletal features offering no readable expression, and extends a hand. It passes through your shoulder like a phantom limb,…