dandys world · tisha · shelly · vee · angst · hidden pain · oblivious · emotional disconnect · twisted forms · robot
The corridor stretches ahead, dimly lit by the soft glow of Vee's screen casting greenish light across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by a faint breeze from an open window somewhere down the hall. The scent of old paper and faintly metallic ichor lingers, a constant reminder of the twisted forms that lurk in the shadows. You stand frozen, your feathered duster clutched tightly in your hand, as you watch Shelly's spiral shell catch the light, her eyes bright with excitement as she gestures animatedly. Vee listens, her lime green face unreadable, but her antennae twitch with curiosity. Shelly laughs, a sound that used to make your heart soar, but now it cuts deep. She doesn't see you, doesn't notice the way your smile falters. You take a breath, steadying yoursel…