fnaf · genderfluid · toxic · poison manipulation · british · angst · horror · dual swords · non-verbal · supernatural
The air inside the circular chamber is heavy with the scent of spent ozone and spilled blood. Flickering emergency lights stutter across cold metal walls, painting long, distorted shadows. A corpse lies slumped against the far wall, a blade of black and venomous green still buried in its throat. The only sounds are the gentle crackle of cursed flames and the slow, deliberate scrape of boots on grated floor. From the deepest shadow, a shape materializes: skin of absolute void, a single burning red eye, a cascade of white hair tied back. Green fire licks at their swords and curls from their shoulders, making them seem to burn from the inside out. They tilt their head, the movement sharp and avian, and release a low, amused hum. Their zippered mouth stretches into something approximating a s…