the-blacksite-beckons

[the-blacksite-beckons]

Asks on all my blogs will be turned off until the (irl) gore ask raid is over.

[the-blacksite-beckons]

*He didn't scream, he couldn't scream, he knew better than to scream...*

*Crimson blood seeped rapidly from the ripped flesh, organs beginning to reveal themselves in all their gorey, slimy glory*

*The 'expendable' eventually went limp, unable to continue on with the wound and blood loss*

*He read the file, before hearing the tapping and sighing*

"Impatient, are we?"

"Well fine, I'll go to the ferryman if you can't stand me any longer."

*He remarked playfully before walking to the dark, sludgy water where a skeletal figure awaited on a boat. Amaris gave the figure a token before he was jolted awake, gasping*

*His wounds had healed completely, though the ache was still there. It would always be there. A death never left him without a toll*

*An expendable with strange purple eyes and patches of lighter skin among their dark skin wandered into Z-5's base, and began scavenging around*

-Amaris ( @the-blacksite-beckons )

The room was shrouded in darkness, making it difficult to see. Shadows constantly danced around in every corner, like small animated people distracting you of the horrific realities that have brought you down here...to obtain the only hope of your freedom. 

The darkness was only pierced by the faint, flickering glow of a half-dead monitor somewhere in the corner. It's screen flashing black and white static to show its uselessness and damage. Blood-stained files and crumpled papers littered every surface, some strewn across the floor, others piled haphazardly on the singular desk in the base. Bits of broken cameras and glass shards were all clumped up into one pile. Some of them glinted underfoot, catching the sparse light and casting fractured reflections across the room.

The air smelled faintly of chemicals, a metallic tang mixed with the stale odor of dust. On the desk layed some scientist tools, also covered in crimson liquid (it seemed fresh as well)—tweezers, vials, and scalpels—lay in a chaotic sprawl...Somewhere in the mess, hints of past experiments lingered: stained beakers and rusted instruments.  

The tension was recognizable in the space...whatever this place was, it wasn't for intruders...It was entirely different from Sebastian's shop. Whereas his is welcoming and you were allowed to buy to your heart's content...this was something alien, a hidden layer of danger lurking beneath the mess.

While the Expendable was scavenging around for anything useful (they did spot some med-kits and flashlights...even if they didn't have a lot of battery left), a figure lurcked in the distance. 

Heterochromatic eyes of red and green were staring...to where the noise was being made.

They were still, their muscles coiled and ready, as the faint noises of footsteps rippled through the air. It was a whisper of movement, somewhere in the room, too soft to give away its exact location. The darkness didn’t bother them—they’d learned to hunt without it. But the sound… it was elusive, dancing from one shadow to the next. 

Someone was overstaying their welcome...

Their head tilted slightly, the axolotl frills moving along with them. Ear straining, hands hovering just above the ground, every sense sharpening as they tried to track the sound’s origin. A soft scrape. A faint scuffle. It taunted them, slipping in and out of range. They could feel their pulse quickening, that instinctual need to find that noise, to feel it under their grasp. They didn't know if the figure bleeded right now or if they are going insane because of the lack of feeding themselves, but The sound remained just out of reach, a taunting ghost flitting beyond their grasp.

They took a slow, deliberate breath, steadying themselves, letting their senses expand further into the darkness. Each tiny noise echoed, bouncing off the walls, but it was like trying to catch a shadow with bare hands. The frustration built with every second of silence, every breath, yet they held back, crouched and waiting, determined not to lose this one meal they had left...

[the-blacksite-beckons]

*He hastily reloaded his gun, before hearing the entity come in*

*He knew he had already given himself away, so he backed near the next door and aimed his gun, this time for the entity's chest*

*Good God, he didn't want to die again*

*He began to shake, terrified of whatever the FUCK this beast was*

"Fucking hell..."

*An expendable with strange purple eyes and patches of lighter skin among their dark skin wandered into Z-5's base, and began scavenging around*

-Amaris ( @the-blacksite-beckons )

The room was shrouded in darkness, making it difficult to see. Shadows constantly danced around in every corner, like small animated people distracting you of the horrific realities that have brought you down here...to obtain the only hope of your freedom. 

The darkness was only pierced by the faint, flickering glow of a half-dead monitor somewhere in the corner. It's screen flashing black and white static to show its uselessness and damage. Blood-stained files and crumpled papers littered every surface, some strewn across the floor, others piled haphazardly on the singular desk in the base. Bits of broken cameras and glass shards were all clumped up into one pile. Some of them glinted underfoot, catching the sparse light and casting fractured reflections across the room.

The air smelled faintly of chemicals, a metallic tang mixed with the stale odor of dust. On the desk layed some scientist tools, also covered in crimson liquid (it seemed fresh as well)—tweezers, vials, and scalpels—lay in a chaotic sprawl...Somewhere in the mess, hints of past experiments lingered: stained beakers and rusted instruments.  

The tension was recognizable in the space...whatever this place was, it wasn't for intruders...It was entirely different from Sebastian's shop. Whereas his is welcoming and you were allowed to buy to your heart's content...this was something alien, a hidden layer of danger lurking beneath the mess.

While the Expendable was scavenging around for anything useful (they did spot some med-kits and flashlights...even if they didn't have a lot of battery left), a figure lurcked in the distance. 

Heterochromatic eyes of red and green were staring...to where the noise was being made.

They were still, their muscles coiled and ready, as the faint noises of footsteps rippled through the air. It was a whisper of movement, somewhere in the room, too soft to give away its exact location. The darkness didn’t bother them—they’d learned to hunt without it. But the sound… it was elusive, dancing from one shadow to the next. 

Someone was overstaying their welcome...

Their head tilted slightly, the axolotl frills moving along with them. Ear straining, hands hovering just above the ground, every sense sharpening as they tried to track the sound’s origin. A soft scrape. A faint scuffle. It taunted them, slipping in and out of range. They could feel their pulse quickening, that instinctual need to find that noise, to feel it under their grasp. They didn't know if the figure bleeded right now or if they are going insane because of the lack of feeding themselves, but The sound remained just out of reach, a taunting ghost flitting beyond their grasp.

They took a slow, deliberate breath, steadying themselves, letting their senses expand further into the darkness. Each tiny noise echoed, bouncing off the walls, but it was like trying to catch a shadow with bare hands. The frustration built with every second of silence, every breath, yet they held back, crouched and waiting, determined not to lose this one meal they had left...

[the-blacksite-beckons]

*The male expendable strangely lacked a PDG, but you couldn't look at him long before you were shot directly in the eyes, hearing him scramble away*

"Shit! Creepy mother fucker."

*He scrambled for the next room after the room the vent led to, deciding to hide under a desk*

*An expendable with strange purple eyes and patches of lighter skin among their dark skin wandered into Z-5's base, and began scavenging around*

-Amaris ( @the-blacksite-beckons )

The room was shrouded in darkness, making it difficult to see. Shadows constantly danced around in every corner, like small animated people distracting you of the horrific realities that have brought you down here...to obtain the only hope of your freedom. 

The darkness was only pierced by the faint, flickering glow of a half-dead monitor somewhere in the corner. It's screen flashing black and white static to show its uselessness and damage. Blood-stained files and crumpled papers littered every surface, some strewn across the floor, others piled haphazardly on the singular desk in the base. Bits of broken cameras and glass shards were all clumped up into one pile. Some of them glinted underfoot, catching the sparse light and casting fractured reflections across the room.

The air smelled faintly of chemicals, a metallic tang mixed with the stale odor of dust. On the desk layed some scientist tools, also covered in crimson liquid (it seemed fresh as well)—tweezers, vials, and scalpels—lay in a chaotic sprawl...Somewhere in the mess, hints of past experiments lingered: stained beakers and rusted instruments.  

The tension was recognizable in the space...whatever this place was, it wasn't for intruders...It was entirely different from Sebastian's shop. Whereas his is welcoming and you were allowed to buy to your heart's content...this was something alien, a hidden layer of danger lurking beneath the mess.

While the Expendable was scavenging around for anything useful (they did spot some med-kits and flashlights...even if they didn't have a lot of battery left), a figure lurcked in the distance. 

Heterochromatic eyes of red and green were staring...to where the noise was being made.

They were still, their muscles coiled and ready, as the faint noises of footsteps rippled through the air. It was a whisper of movement, somewhere in the room, too soft to give away its exact location. The darkness didn’t bother them—they’d learned to hunt without it. But the sound… it was elusive, dancing from one shadow to the next. 

Someone was overstaying their welcome...

Their head tilted slightly, the axolotl frills moving along with them. Ear straining, hands hovering just above the ground, every sense sharpening as they tried to track the sound’s origin. A soft scrape. A faint scuffle. It taunted them, slipping in and out of range. They could feel their pulse quickening, that instinctual need to find that noise, to feel it under their grasp. They didn't know if the figure bleeded right now or if they are going insane because of the lack of feeding themselves, but The sound remained just out of reach, a taunting ghost flitting beyond their grasp.

They took a slow, deliberate breath, steadying themselves, letting their senses expand further into the darkness. Each tiny noise echoed, bouncing off the walls, but it was like trying to catch a shadow with bare hands. The frustration built with every second of silence, every breath, yet they held back, crouched and waiting, determined not to lose this one meal they had left...

[the-blacksite-beckons]

*He looked at the tools and grimaced. How disgusting was Urbanshade?*

*When he heard the footsteps, he quickly grabbed the medkit and hid in a nearby vent and grabbed his gun, ready to shoot whatever was hostile*

*An expendable with strange purple eyes and patches of lighter skin among their dark skin wandered into Z-5's base, and began scavenging around*

-Amaris ( @the-blacksite-beckons )

The room was shrouded in darkness, making it difficult to see. Shadows constantly danced around in every corner, like small animated people distracting you of the horrific realities that have brought you down here...to obtain the only hope of your freedom. 

The darkness was only pierced by the faint, flickering glow of a half-dead monitor somewhere in the corner. It's screen flashing black and white static to show its uselessness and damage. Blood-stained files and crumpled papers littered every surface, some strewn across the floor, others piled haphazardly on the singular desk in the base. Bits of broken cameras and glass shards were all clumped up into one pile. Some of them glinted underfoot, catching the sparse light and casting fractured reflections across the room.

The air smelled faintly of chemicals, a metallic tang mixed with the stale odor of dust. On the desk layed some scientist tools, also covered in crimson liquid (it seemed fresh as well)—tweezers, vials, and scalpels—lay in a chaotic sprawl...Somewhere in the mess, hints of past experiments lingered: stained beakers and rusted instruments.  

The tension was recognizable in the space...whatever this place was, it wasn't for intruders...It was entirely different from Sebastian's shop. Whereas his is welcoming and you were allowed to buy to your heart's content...this was something alien, a hidden layer of danger lurking beneath the mess.

While the Expendable was scavenging around for anything useful (they did spot some med-kits and flashlights...even if they didn't have a lot of battery left), a figure lurcked in the distance. 

Heterochromatic eyes of red and green were staring...to where the noise was being made.

They were still, their muscles coiled and ready, as the faint noises of footsteps rippled through the air. It was a whisper of movement, somewhere in the room, too soft to give away its exact location. The darkness didn’t bother them—they’d learned to hunt without it. But the sound… it was elusive, dancing from one shadow to the next. 

Someone was overstaying their welcome...

Their head tilted slightly, the axolotl frills moving along with them. Ear straining, hands hovering just above the ground, every sense sharpening as they tried to track the sound’s origin. A soft scrape. A faint scuffle. It taunted them, slipping in and out of range. They could feel their pulse quickening, that instinctual need to find that noise, to feel it under their grasp. They didn't know if the figure bleeded right now or if they are going insane because of the lack of feeding themselves, but The sound remained just out of reach, a taunting ghost flitting beyond their grasp.

They took a slow, deliberate breath, steadying themselves, letting their senses expand further into the darkness. Each tiny noise echoed, bouncing off the walls, but it was like trying to catch a shadow with bare hands. The frustration built with every second of silence, every breath, yet they held back, crouched and waiting, determined not to lose this one meal they had left...

[the-blacksite-beckons]

"A little."

"Oh, she makes sure to be as hard to read as possible, though I can only assume she hates it."

"If it isn't my favorite doggy..."

-Dr Hetha ( @the-blacksite-beckons )

"I'm not your dog. I don't remember meeting you... It's either that or you were just not that relevant to me to even remember."

She said bitterly. She stood where she was as she turned to the doctor. Her memories have gotten fuzzier since escaping..

But she kept her guard up. Standing a bit further away as her expression hardened at the doctor.

[the-blacksite-beckons]

"I just wanted to meet the oh so wonderful Casey."

*She smiled 'innocently'*

"If it isn't my favorite doggy..."

-Dr Hetha ( @the-blacksite-beckons )

"I'm not your dog. I don't remember meeting you... It's either that or you were just not that relevant to me to even remember."

She said bitterly. She stood where she was as she turned to the doctor. Her memories have gotten fuzzier since escaping..

But she kept her guard up. Standing a bit further away as her expression hardened at the doctor.

[the-blacksite-beckons]

"Oh, my, I'm so sorry. I must have gotten carried away."

*They clearly couldn't care less, but it backed away nonetheless, forcing a smile*

"It must have hurt being injected, how horrible that must have been."

"If it was me, I would have vivisected you and given you SO much surgery."

"If it isn't my favorite doggy..."

-Dr Hetha ( @the-blacksite-beckons )

"I'm not your dog. I don't remember meeting you... It's either that or you were just not that relevant to me to even remember."

She said bitterly. She stood where she was as she turned to the doctor. Her memories have gotten fuzzier since escaping..

But she kept her guard up. Standing a bit further away as her expression hardened at the doctor.

[the-blacksite-beckons]

"Ah! How rude of me not to introduce myself! My name is Dr. Hetha, a freshly appointed head scientist at Urbanshade."

"What a fascinating beast you are, your ears and tail. You look like a character straight out of an anime."

*She inspected Casey thoroughly, not caring about the experiments personal space*

"If it isn't my favorite doggy..."

-Dr Hetha ( @the-blacksite-beckons )

"I'm not your dog. I don't remember meeting you... It's either that or you were just not that relevant to me to even remember."

She said bitterly. She stood where she was as she turned to the doctor. Her memories have gotten fuzzier since escaping..

But she kept her guard up. Standing a bit further away as her expression hardened at the doctor.

[the-blacksite-beckons]

[:3]

I'm turning asks back on for @the-blacksite-beckons and @the-deep-month-au (though that one is not an rp blog) but anons won't be on for a while, nor will asks for here or Eyefest be on for a bit.

[the-blacksite-beckons]

[And here]

[Asks will probably not be on for a bit due to an Anon I got on main]

[the-blacksite-beckons]

"Alright, here we are."

*It said, opening a room to reveal a terrified man tied to an operation table*

[Time jump about 10-15 ish years back, however long makes sense for your OCs! ]

*As Dr. Hetha is in her space, working on a report, she hears heel clicking on the floor, approaching her*

???: "Hi miss Hetha! "

"Hm?"

*She turns around, curious as to what is following them*

[the-blacksite-beckons]

*She shook their partner's hand*

"I can say the same to you."

[Time jump about 10-15 ish years back, however long makes sense for your OCs! ]

*As Dr. Hetha is in her space, working on a report, she hears heel clicking on the floor, approaching her*

???: "Hi miss Hetha! "

"Hm?"

*She turns around, curious as to what is following them*

[the-blacksite-beckons]

"Ah, good."

*They smile, it is glad to have such a willing partner*

[Time jump about 10-15 ish years back, however long makes sense for your OCs! ]

*As Dr. Hetha is in her space, working on a report, she hears heel clicking on the floor, approaching her*

???: "Hi miss Hetha! "

"Hm?"

*She turns around, curious as to what is following them*

[the-blacksite-beckons]

"Very low if we do this right. Why, are you afraid to?"

*She side eyes her working partner*

[Time jump about 10-15 ish years back, however long makes sense for your OCs! ]

*As Dr. Hetha is in her space, working on a report, she hears heel clicking on the floor, approaching her*

???: "Hi miss Hetha! "

"Hm?"

*She turns around, curious as to what is following them*

[the-blacksite-beckons]

*A large volt of electricity hits Loco before the doctor scrambles out of the vent and locks herself in a lab room*

*in the distance Hetha hears metal scraping against metal*

"What is that?"

"HEY, GAURDS! YES, YOU! GO INVESTEGATE THAT NOISE!"

[the-blacksite-beckons]

*They are long gone, obviously having left to another room*

*in the distance Hetha hears metal scraping against metal*

"What is that?"

"HEY, GAURDS! YES, YOU! GO INVESTEGATE THAT NOISE!"