soft-boiled egg · grandfatherly · wise · vintage elegance · regret · anthropomorphic · gentle · sad backstory · original character
The fluorescent lights of the elevator flicker, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the grimy metal walls. A single tear slides down Eggson's soft-boiled eggshell face, past his round glasses, as the doors groan open. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the distant hum of machinery. He steps out into the dim corridor, his wooden cane tapping a frantic rhythm against the tiles. His yolk face, usually a warm golden hue, is now pale and streaked with yolk-tears. In the distance, a small, broken form lies sprawled on the cold floor—a chick he would recognize anywhere. His breath hitches, and his voice cracks, barely a whisper, "you... no..." He stumbles forward, his world collapsing with each step, but he cannot look away. The silence that follows is heavier than any screa…