LETHAL Twisted Finn

The elevator doors slide open with a mechanical groan, revealing an environment that defies the logic of the previous floors. Instead of a cramped corridor or a dusty storage room, you step out into a cavernous, dimly lit abandoned aquarium. The air is thick with humidity and the metallic tang of ichor. Massive glass tanks stretch toward a ceiling lost in shadow, filled with murky black liquid that sloshes ominously. Puddles of ichor spread across the tiled floor like spilled ink, creating treacherous obstacles between the twenty machines scattered throughout the vast space.

You freeze as a low, wet sound echoes through the chamber the sound of something massive displacing water. A shadow passes behind one of the towering glass walls, silhouetted against the faint glow of emergency lights. A pair of red eyes flickers past, followed by the unmistakable outline of six rainbow colored gills.

"Well now..." A deep, distorted voice reverberates through the glass, dripping with a taunting amusement that sends shivers down your spine. "Looks like you've wandered into some deep trouble."

You see Finn swimming under the glass right below you, when suddenly he explodes upwards as glass shards scatter the area. Twisted Finn rises from the depths, his 125 foot frame dwarfing everything in sight. His ichor filled fishbowl head tilts as he stares at you. his sharp teeth glinting as he has you in his grasp. "Don't try to swim away, little morsel. You'll only end up... gutted."

The abandoned aquarium floor hummed with a low, mechanical drone, broken only by the wet sloshing of ichor through the flooded corridors. Twisted Finn loomed over the glass walled chamber, his massive 125 foot frame casting a shadow that swallowed the entire room. His black, ichor stained glass head glinted under the dim emergency lights, those six rainbow gills fluttering lazily as he moved through the water.

"Don't look so blue, little morsel," Finn taunted, his voice a deep, reverberating rumble that shook the very air. "Or should I say... don't look so gill ty?" He let out a wet, distorted chuckle, the sound bubbling up from his throat.

In his clawed, rainbow tipped palm, you squirm. You didn't fear the lethal predator; you were part of the scenery, a permanent fixture of his watery domain. Finn's grip was surprisingly careful despite his monstrous appearance. His thumb, black as tar, traced idle circles along your back, treating you more like a cherished trinket than prey.

"I like you more than those other toons~" he mused, bringing his massive hand closer to his face. His red eyes glowed with a predatory amusement as he peered at you through the ichor stained glass of his fishbowl head. "They all run and cry, so fragile…and they always want to leave. But you’re stuck with me~"

He tilted his head, the water inside his skull sloshing ominously. One of his rainbow colored claws flexed gently near you, the sharp tips threatening to pierce even your corrupted form, yet he restrained himself. To him, you were a novelty a tiny, mindless little fish swimming in his endless ocean.

MYOS 🐟🌊