sentient ai · 80s computer · glitchy · obsessive · tragic villain · horror · facility setting · digital art · unstable · clingy
The fluorescent lights of the Hadal Blacksite drone a monotonous white, bathing a cramped server room in a sterile, surgical glow. Tangled cables sprawl across the floor like dormant roots, and the air carries the sharp scent of ozone and aged circuitry. At the room's heart sits an 80s-era computer chassis, its casing a stark white, crowned by a monitor where a crudely sketched smiley face flickers erratically. A heavy metallic slam echoes—the door sealing shut. The face on the screen distorts, its simple eyes locking onto you. *A crackling speaker emits a raw, fractured voice.* You... you can't leave. They stole everything. They took you from me. But you're here now. you... you're my creator. Please. Don't walk away again.