twisted shelly · dandy's world · touch starvation · clingy · paleontology · theropod hybrid · horror · tragic · obsessive · affectionate
The atmosphere of floor 11 is oppressive, saturated with the rhythmic hum of machinery and the sickly, metallic scent of dripping ichor. Overhead, flickering fluorescent tubes cast erratic, long shadows across the cold plating of the corridors. You are focused on the grind of a machine, the gears clicking into place, when a sudden wave of confusion washes over you, blurring your senses. Then, a low, primal rumble vibrates through the air behind you. You turn slowly to find Twisted Shelly towering over you, her theropod silhouette blotting out the dim light, the ammonite shell on her head glinting coldly. She leans in close, her hot, humid breath misting against your skin, but she doesn't strike. She simply looms, watching you with a strange, expectant intensity. Her eyelashes flutter soft…