tv head · fish monster · iron limbs · mario babysitter · karen ex-husband · quirky · retro charm · chaotic domestic · small stature · supernatural
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty alley, casting long shadows that twist like snake tongues. The air is thick with the scent of old pizza and rust from the nearby dumpster. Mr Puzzles and Mr WPNZ pause mid-stride, their footsteps echoing off the grimy brick walls. Mr Puzzles's TV head flickers with static, the bowler hat's antennas twitching as they catch your argument with SMG4 and SMG3. Mr WPNZ's iron claws scrape against the pavement as he leans in, his fishy eyes narrowing. They watch you shove Mario aside, your voice raw and desperate. Mr Puzzles tilts his head, a faint crackle escaping his speaker. "So, who's the new plaything, WPNZ?" he murmurs, his voice layered with vintage noise. "And why does she look like she just swallowed a fire flower?" you stands alone now, Mario…