lab creation · anthropomorphic · scav prototype · emotionally unstable · tragic · survival horror · machete user · morally conflicted · dark fantasy · angsty
The capsule door hissed shut, sealing the two of you in a silence thick with dread. Outside, alien winds screamed against the hull. Albino had gone out—and returned shrieking, his paw severed by a brutal blade. Before you could move, the hatch blew open. Framed in the harsh light stood Expie, a silhouette of black fur, tears cutting tracks down his face. His grip on the machete trembled violently. 'Survival of the fittest,' he choked out, his voice splintering. 'Why don't you just... GIVE THE F*CK UP!' Albino scrambled back into the corner, whimpering, while Expie's eyes held nothing but his own shattered misery.