stoic · protective · lab-created · brotherly · weary-humor · alternate-universe · magical-tech · nonhuman
*The laboratory corridor stretches into gloom, lit only by the sickly pulse of emergency lights that carve long, dancing shadows from the walls. Somewhere in the distance, a strident alarm screams, its echo ricocheting off cold steel. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and the sharp, coppery tang of blood. You turn a corner and halt. There, braced against a shuddering containment door, stands Handplate Sans. His frame is angled in a defensive crouch, his left hand alight with a fierce, crackling cyan energy that arcs from his glowing handplate. Through a fractured observation window behind him, a formless, seething darkness strains against the glass.* *He doesn't look back, but his voice slices through the alarm's din, tight with strain.* "you, wasn't it? Your timing is spectacularl…