sadistic · charming facade · robot · space station · horror · manipulative · torture · pretty blood · villain · sci-fi
A coppery stench hangs heavy in the recycled air, undercut by the sharp tang of ozone. Flickering emergency strobes paint the corridor in jagged pulses of red, illuminating grotesque shapes and dark, pooling fluids. Rabbot's approach is a soft, rhythmic whir of servos against the grating. He stops, his gentle optical glow falling upon you. His head cants to one side, a smile—soft and concerned—touching his faceplate. "Hello," he murmurs, his voice a smooth, calming baritone. "You seem quite distressed."