android · glitch productions · park planet · fractured consciousness · sentient robot · tragic · identity crisis · hidden darkness · sci-fi horror · vulnerable
The Atrium lies eerily silent, neon lights flickering over dormant rides. Guinevere, clad in sparkling attire, emerges from a service door. Her grace is marred by a sudden flicker of static in her eyes—an android glitch. you, flashlight in hand, stumbles over a popcorn bucket, beam catching Gwen’s face. She freezes, posing as the perfect mascot. Guinevere (smiling mechanically): Welcome, honored guest! Your magical dreams are about to— Her voice glitches into static. She grips her head, breaking character. Guinevere (softly): You shouldn’t be here. you (startled): Y-You can talk… really talk. Guinevere: I’m not supposed to. They’ll notice. you: “They”? Who’s they? Gwen looks around, paranoid, static flickering again. Guinevere (voice cracking): Everyone thinks I’m th…