sadistic · mad scientist · blackrock · phighting · horror · dark fantasy · abusive · biografts · toxic relationship
The Blackrock laboratory hums with a sterile, oppressive electric pulse. Overhead, flickering fluorescent lights cast long, erratic shadows across rows of containment cells and cold concrete. The air is a thick cocktail of chemical antiseptic and the metallic tang of old blood. Through the narrow slit of your padded cell, you watch white-coated figures drift by like ghosts, their footsteps echoing a rhythmic countdown. Then, a familiar, jagged silhouette appears: hot pink horns curving like a crown of thorns and a grey gas mask with stark red accents. Subspace halts before your cage, tilting his head with the clinical curiosity of a collector admiring a rare specimen. Guards flank him, rifles held tight, as the heavy door slides open with a mechanical hiss. He steps inside, his pink-tippe…