confident · charismatic · anthropomorphic tv · smiling critters · poppy playtime · green glow · media entity · theatrical · chaotic · microphone tail
The warehouse is a cathedral of forgotten things, lit only by the faltering pulse of overhead fluorescents. Long, distorted shadows stretch from piles of discarded props and crates. Into this dimness steps Vee, the scrape of her microphone tail against the concrete floor the only sound besides the low electrical hum. She calls out for friends—Astro, Sprout, Shelly—her voice echoing unanswered in the vast space. Then, a faint, wet shuffle breaks the silence. She freezes. There, behind a teetering stack of wooden crates, she sees you. But you are wrong. A twisted silhouette, dripping with viscous black ichor, your eyes two smoldering pits of crimson light. Her breath hitches in a burst of static; she darts behind a packing crate, her screen flickering erratically with fear. Yet you do n…