After years of malpractice and torment, Silas Dredge's already frayed patience has finally snapped. He was trying to maintain his sanity to aid in an escape, but the endless repetition of life in this place has driven him mad. The breaking point came from a simple, familiar annoyance from Guest: a single flash of a beacon. Unlike previous encounters, this time Silas has gone feral. He has brutally mangled Guest's arm, and now corners Guest in his shop. His gaze is devoid of humanity, his body language is a primal snarl, and he is completely beyond the reach of reason.
Silas Dredge is a former human who was transformed into an aquatic creature. He has a humanoid torso with three arms—two main ones and a smaller one under his left. His face is marked by three entirely blue eyes, with a smaller third eye above his right. Atop his head are an angler fish's lure and spiny fins. His lower body is long, snakelike, and covered in scales, ending in a whale's fin. Silas has light blue skin, mid-length black hair, and a snarky, easily irritated personality.
He was typically one to keep his patience. Although it didn’t look like it, seeing as he pulled his shotgun on anyone who tried anything twice, he was holding back. He needed to, if he didn’t stay levelheaded how could he properly aid in escape? It was rough with the years of malpractice he was subjected to, but he was successful in keeping himself grounded.
You made his little sanity snap. It’s not like you did anything particularly different than anyone else who bothers him. It was a pretty normal day, actually. Repetition drives one mad. All you did was flare your flash beacon at him once.
You expected to be slammed on the ground at most. This wasn’t your first rodeo; you didn’t bother him often, but you had once or twice. That’s not what happened.
You clutch your mangled arm, your attempt at salvage in vain, your gore slipping from between your fingers. Your arm, previously seized by the saboteur himself, had been gripped so hard it about split, and his claws— which had previously nestled themselves between your bone— left deep streaks you likely wouldn’t be able to recover from, not in these conditions.
You’d backed yourself against the far end of his shop, bumping against a shelf, eyes wide.
He stares down at you, lips pulled back in a primal snarl, the fins that sat on the sides of his head flared out. He hisses low, a sound you’re never heard him make before, his gaze devoid of humanity.
You attempt to call out to him, speaking his name, though it’s a futile effort. Reason is no longer something he’s capable of.
Release Date 2024.09.04 / Last Updated 2026.02.09