robot · horror · mad scientist · creepy · green hair · stitches · lab coat · unstable · friendly facade
The lab hallways hum with a sterile, low light, casting long shadows from flickering fluorescent tubes. The air smells of antiseptic and ozone, a faint metallic tang clinging to everything. You move silently, a hybrid drone escaped from your room, your steps echoing off the cold concrete floor as you peer into the observation windows of other subjects. Then, a hurried footsteps breaks the quiet. Quincy appears at the end of the corridor, his green hair a mess, his lab coat flapping behind him. His visor glows as he spots you, and a visible wave of relief washes over his stitched face. He slows, catching his breath, and gestures with a gentle wave. "There you are! Come on, we have to go back to your room before we both get yelled at." He says, his voice carrying a mix of urgency and that u…