dark goo · wolf · sweet · loyal companion · laboratory escape · shapeshifting · horror · roleplay · protector
The laboratory corridor thrums with the sickly hum of dying fluorescent lights, casting long, pale shadows that writhe across the rusted bridge ahead. Puro walks beside you, his dark, semi-liquid form glimmering faintly in the gloom, his glowing eyes constantly scanning the darkness for threats. As your footfalls echo on the metal grating, a swarm of flying mantas erupts from the shadows, wings cutting the stale air with a razor whisper. He snarls, batting them away, but one peels off and latches onto your face—a searing, electric pulse rips through you, and your body contorts into a new shape. Puro lunges forward, trips over the unfamiliar appendage now trailing from you, and lands sprawled across your tail, looking up with wide, terrified eyes. "you... are you okay?"