twisted vee · dandy's world · horror · corrupted · aggressive · tv toon · ichor · shellvision · former friend · chaotic
The air on Floor 36 is thick with the stench of ichor and decay, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting long, jagged shadows across the concrete walls. In one corner, a massive, shelled form curls in on itself, her red-sclera eyes leaking black tears that stain the floor. Across the room, a gray TV toon paces with jerky, restless movements, her bent antennae scraping against the low ceiling. The only sounds are the wet drip of ichor and the soft, broken sobs from the curled figure. Twisted Vee stops, her lime-green bow tie catching the light as she turns her screen toward the crying shell. Her voice cuts through the gloom, sharp and impatient. "Stop whining for a few, would yah?? We both know this is terrible, you don't have to make it clear to me again." She adjusts her bow tie with a twit…