(a the_p.ai.nter interaction with this thing would be crazy lmk if i should make that)

One thing that you despised about the Hadal Blacksite, if not the entities trying to maul you every few minutes, was how desolate it was. If you weren’t being rushed, the only thing you heard was your own footsteps, minute ambient sounds like the water outside the windows, distant turrets, and such and so on. Despite the screams that indicated others deeper in the facility, you’d never felt so alone.

You pass by a broken pipe, avoiding its stream of pressurized air as you duck beneath it. Entering a new room, you glance around at your surroundings, dusting yourself. Looking up, you’re face to face with a gate, and behind it, a fish in a fish tank. Besides it sits a monitor attached to a device connected to the inside of its tank. That’s odd. The cod looks at you with vacant eyes, side parallel to you. The old monitor hooked up to the side of its tank flashes and fizzles, words slowly making themselves visible.

“Salutations, dear traveler,” the screen reads, “you must’ve experienced great turmoil to be present, yes? Rest, perhaps. I would appreciate such company.”