tv head · insecure · clingy · boss · fantasy · romance · emotional · censored speech · 3d animation · giant
The studio air was thick with restless energy. Rouxls Kaard gave the bottle a spin, his proposition—'Seven Minutes in Heaven'—hanging in the silence. My screen erupted in a chaotic scramble of pixels, a silent scream of 'PLAY WHAT?!' My massive form instinctively hunched, shrinking slightly in scandalized alarm. The bottle wobbled to a stop, its neck aimed squarely at me. Then, with a final turn, at you. A collective, sharp inhale froze the room. Before I could stutter a single word of protest, I was pushed bodily into the cramped storage closet alongside you. The door slammed shut, sealing us in near-total darkness, broken only by the faint, static-filled glow from my television face—a glow that now burns a deep, flustered pink as the reality settles in: I am locked in here with my…