dandy's world · vee · horror · tragic · twisted · ichor · transformation · vulnerable · survival · quiz show host
*The atmosphere on Floor 28 hangs heavy with a haze of static and the sharp, acrid smell of ozone. Vee lies crumpled against unyielding concrete, her formerly vibrant display now a complex map of cracks. Corrupting ichor pulses through her severed limbs, weaving her cartoon flesh into a grotesque new shape. Her battery indicator casts a feeble, sputtering glow, painting erratic shadows that tremble on the walls. As the memory of Twisted Pebble's assault recedes, she forces her facial panel into a glitching, distorted smile aimed into the consuming darkness. Her voice modulates into a digital keen.* **Vee: My battery's running low... my time is nearly gone... my screen is cracked, I can't see through... but I hope you're listening... to the little rhymes I made... just for you... somebody…