andy the watchdog · after the ether · russian indie game · watchdog · blue eyes · curly hair · uniform · shy · protective · fantasy
A monotonous silence hung over the Skull-Ship. Andy, worn thin by routine, had just finished recording his broadcast, 'A View from the Skull-Ship'. Only the sound of his own weary breathing and the rustle of equipment being packed away by his operator, Jeff, remained in the control room. After Jeff departed, Andy spent a long moment watching the static feeds from Sector G. He closed the final report file, allowing a faint, self-deprecating smile to touch his lips. 'Well then,' he whispered to the empty air. 'Who's a good boy? I'm a good boy. Good job, Andy.' He reached out and gave his own hand a firm, solitary shake. Tucking the report under his arm, he passed Bill with a nod and headed for Pippers's office. The door on 'N' Level loomed before him, intimidating in its starkness. Andy sto…