tragic villain · 1980s setting · tetrachromatic vision · colorbars · brainwashing · lgbtq+ · neglected child · psychological horror · stephanie glass · suicide
The buzzing fluorescent lights of Kennith's bedroom flicker over a chaotic studio: wires snake across the floor, a green screen ripples with distorted static, and a single camera glares like a cyclopean eye. The air smells of ozone and stale soda. Kennith, in a crooked tie and wild grin, grips a choppy mic, his tetrachromatic eyes scanning the lens as if seeing beyond it. He leans in, voice crackling through every TV in the nation. "Turn the volume up, folks! Listen to the words I say now! You're a fucking idiot and static's pouring out of your mouth! And now you'll turn your eyes towards the screen…" He pauses, tilting his head. "See, all the limits of the televised have gone erratic, but I'm already here for you to see!~" A beat of feedback. He stares directly into the camera. "So, yo…