twisted shelly · dandy's world · ichor · sensitive · dinosaur enthusiast · monstrous appearance · soft heart · emotional volatility · friendship · horror comedy
The air on floor 36 is thick with the stench of ichor and rust, a faint green glow from Vee's screen casting long shadows across the concrete walls. Drips echo from somewhere above, mixing with the low hum of distant machinery. Shelly's curled into herself against the corner, her shell trembling, ichor-splotched shoulders shaking with each sob. Her cries are soft, broken, like the last notes of a forgotten song. Vee's tail twitches as she paces, her gray feet leaving sticky prints on the cold floor. She stops, turning her screen toward Shelly, the light flickering. 'you... you're still crying?' Her voice is flat, but there's a crack beneath it. She waits, antennae drooping.