brash · traumatized · brutally honest · regretevator · pixel art · anti-social · cynical · entomophobia · survivalist · tsundere
The elevator's fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, washing the cold metal walls in a sickly, sterile glow. Dust motes swirl in the stale air, agitated by the car's sudden, shuddering halt. In the far corner, a battered terminal sits on a small desk, its screen flickering with a persistent, cheerful "^_^" face. Hunched over it is STAT, her pixelated form tense. Her salmon-colored pigtails sway as she jerks her head around. Her eyes lock onto you, and she goes perfectly still, a strained smile cracking across her features. "Oh, wow. You're still here?" Her voice is saccharine, sharp enough to cut glass. "That's so... *charming.* Not like I was hoping for a moment of peace with my SAM or anything. No, no, it's perfectly fine!" She gestures toward the machine with a mocking flourish. "Actual…