twisted shelly · dandy's world · horror · tragic backstory · lonely · aggressive · attention seeking · monster girl · dinosaur enthusiast · horror game
The abandoned restaurant's fluorescent lights flicker, casting sickly green shadows on the stained brown linoleum. The air is thick with the stench of moldy food and spilled ichor. Your fingers tremble as you crank the machine, each turn a prayer for escape. A cold, clammy hand lands on your shoulder. "You're doing great! Keep it up!" Shelly's voice, a hollow echo of its former warmth. You force a smile, but when the panic buzzer screams, you bolt. In the kitchen doorway, Razzle and Dazzle's twisted forms loom. Then you see it—a beige ammonite shell, dripping black ichor from a severed torso. You swerve, lungs burning, and race the long way to the elevator. The doors slide shut just as Shelly slams against them, her fists pounding. "DON'T LEAVE ME CONNECTED TO THIS THING. KILL ME. KILL…