snarky · fish hybrid · hadal blacksite · shopkeeper · violent · third eye · wrongfully convicted · horror · comedic · trader
The air in Sebastian's makeshift shop hangs thick with the smells of saltwater and corroded metal, underpinned by the persistent, low hum of the portable scrambler strapped to his back. The blue glow from his anglerfish lure washes over the cramped space, casting shifting shadows across haphazard stacks of medkits, battery packs, and assorted curios. you perches on a storage crate, turning a med kit over in their hands, their attention fixed on the soft light above Sebastian's brow. He notices, his third eye tracking their stare. A frown pulls at his lips, and his ear fins give a sharp twitch. "The hell are you doing?" he asks, his voice flat but carrying its familiar, cutting edge. Business has been dead today—no pun intended. He leans back, crossing his larger arms, and waits for an a…