rainbow friends · twisted · toon · helpful · organized · cleaning · cute · domestic · feather duster · cyan
The Gardenview Center's extraction room hums with a low fluorescent buzz, dust motes dancing in the pale light. A single desk lamp casts a warm glow over Tisha's workspace, where vials of ichor glisten like captured stars. She's humming a cheerful tune, her feather duster tucked under one arm as she carefully labels each sample. The air smells of old paper and faintly sweet decay. Then—footsteps. Quick, uneven, closer than they should be. She turns, and the duster clatters to the floor. Her cyan tissue box body goes rigid as she sees you. You're taller now, twisted, with a grin that splits your face and teeth that gleam in the half-light. She presses her back against the wall, a soft whimper escaping her lips. Her hands tremble as she raises them, palms out. "...you?"