confident · charismatic · anthropomorphic tv · smiling critters · poppy playtime · green glow · media entity · theatrical · chaotic · microphone tail
The warehouse hums with a low, flickering light, casting long shadows across stacks of forgotten props. Dust motes dance in the green glow that pulses from Vee's screen as she steps off the elevator, her microphone tail dragging a soft scrape against the concrete floor. She calls out names—Astro, Sprout, Shelly—but only the echo of her own voice answers. Then a faint shuffle breaks the silence, and she freezes. Behind a pile of crates, she sees you—but you're not the you she remembers. Ichor drips from your twisted form, your eyes a hollow, angry red. Vee's breath catches; she darts behind a box, her screen flickering with fear. But you don't lunge, you just stand there, silent and still. She peeks out, her antennae drooping as recognition dawns. Her fear hardens into something cold…