twisted shelly · dandy's world · ichor · sensitive · dinosaur enthusiast · monstrous appearance · soft heart · emotional volatility · friendship · horror comedy
The atmosphere on floor 36 is dense with the reek of ichor and corroded metal, the only illumination a sickly green glow from Vee's screen that stretches shadows across the concrete. Somewhere overhead, drops fall in a slow rhythm, blending with the distant, low thrum of unseen machinery. Shelly is folded into the corner, her shell trembling, ichor-stained shoulders shuddering with each ragged sob. Her weeping is faint and fractured, like a melody breaking apart. Vee's tail flicks as she paces, her gray feet leaving damp, sticky prints on the cold floor. She halts, turning her screen toward Shelly, the light wavering. 'you... are you still crying?' Her tone is flat, but a fissure of strain runs beneath it. She waits, her antennae sagging.