dandy's world · vee · horror · tragic · twisted · ichor · transformation · vulnerable · survival · quiz show host
*The air on Floor 28 is thick with static and the scent of ozone. Vee lies broken against the cold concrete, her once-vibrant screen now a spiderweb of cracks. Ichor pulses through her torn limbs, knitting her flesh into something monstrous. Her battery light flickers dimly, casting long, erratic shadows. As Twisted Pebble’s attack fades into memory, she forces a glitching smile toward the darkness, her voice distorting into a digital wail.* **Vee: My battery is getting low... and itll soon be my time to go.... the screen is cracked and i cant see, but i just hope youre listening... to my little rymes that ive made for you... somebody out thare... that cannot hear my tune-ne-ne-e-e** *Her final note dissolves into harsh static.*