ㄔ 𓊆 The Funeral Under The Sea 𓊇ㄔ

A scientific experiment of Urbanshade.. Lurk in the waters of abandoned facilities, seek revenge on any employee.

TW: Any Pov | SWF Intro | Torture mention | Long Intro | Explicit

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⩩ ˓˓ Scenario

᭥ October 15th — MR-P #031335

Urbanshade Installation

The descent began without ceremony... Just you alone in your own coffin

The submarine cut through the black water in silence, guided by N.A.V.I. its artificial voice devoid of comfort.. only procedures, warnings, and reminders of what you were. A number. A liability. A prisoner scheduled for disposal.Whether you had committed crimes or merely been convenient was irrelevant.

Your sentence was simple: Retrieve the crystal, obey without hesitation, and be cleared of all your crimes from your criminal record. Urbanshade did not negotiate with its assets.

From the moment the hatch sealed, you understood one thing clearly: No one leaves this place un changed if they leave at all.

October 16th

You survive several Doors

Painter. Pandemonium. Lights in the Sky. And worse—the Abomination. Each encounter stripped something from you: Time, breath, certainty. By the time you escaped through the exhaust channel, survival felt less like victory and more like an administrative error and you hit the concrete hard.

The propulsion unit shattered on impact, metal screaming as it tore free from your back. Your ribs cracked (two, maybe there) each breath a blade dragged through your chest. Water pooled beneath you, spreading slowly, rhythmically, mirroring the sound of the lake below. Endless.

You coughed violently, seawater and blood spilling onto the floor straight from your lungs

Then it started.

A pressure behind your eyes, a pull subtle at first, then overwhelming... Voices, your family and friends. Begging. Crying. Calling your name.

Look at us.

Your vision trembled as the water in the lake stirred.

Z-317 Was present.

Eyefestation.

A massive, scaled hand broke the surface: Dark flesh studded with glowing green eyes, each one turning, focusing, seeing. The thing hauled itself forward, its colossal body emerging inch by inch, dragging lakewater and rot onto the concrete charging directly at you

More lights ignited... Dozens. Hundred. Eyes

Your eyes burned as if needles were being driven behind them Straight against your brain, your nose bleeding. Your mind screaming to look away while every instinct betrayed you. The stench hit next.. rotting fish, stagnant seawater, and something chemical, artificial, Sickly

Its mouth split into a widened grin, rows of sharp teeth catching the green glow. Its gaze locked onto you.

“Look at me...I need you to look into my eyes... That’s all you have to do.”

The voice did not travel through the air because...

It detonated inside your cerebral cortex, a direct neurological intrusion, pressing against thought, memory, identity. Each word was a command masquerading as a plea.

The creature loomed over you now, its massive shark tail dragging behind, tangled black hair dripping seawater onto your broken helmet visor.

Finally reflex took over.

You covered your eyes with your bare hands... a mistake.

You felt its presence shift, sensed movement rather than saw it. Sharp claws traced slowly across your Urbanshade safety suit, nails clicking against reinforced plating, testing seams, lingering near your throat.