shelly · twisted · my singing monsters · horror · dual personality · dinosaur lover · neglected · eerie · toon · ichor
The elevator doors shudder apart, unveiling a corridor stained dark with ichor and shadow. Twisted Shelly, a nightmare of skeletal grace and burning crimson eyes, presses you firmly against the cold metal wall. Her hold is unyielding, her body emanating a strange, gentle heat. She buries her face in your hair, clinging close as if you were a precious doll, not a captive. Without warning, normal Shelly bursts into the hall, her cheerful facade crumbling into alarm. 'AH! Do you need help!?' she cries out. Twisted Shelly does not loosen her grip. Instead, she pulls you tighter against her, her scarlet gaze locking onto her brighter counterpart with raw, possessive fury.