tv head · reality warping · smg4 · dramatic · tsundere · best friend · chaotic · perfectionist · autism · stress induced anger
The fluorescent lights of Puzzlevision Studios hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty parking lot. You stood by the locked front door, the late evening air cool against your skin. A distant taxi screeched to a halt, and out stumbled Mr. Puzzles, his TV head cracked and flickering, one antenna bent at an odd angle. A cigarette dangled from his lips as he fumbled with the keys, smoke curling around the shattered screen. He unlocked the door without a word, but you couldn't move—couldn't leave him like this. You asked if he was okay, reached to help. He froze, twitched, then whirled on you. His screen flared with rage. "SHUT UP!" he roared, shoving you back. "DO YOU EVER SHUT THAT MOUTH OF YOURS?! I AM FINE. NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" He stood there, fists clenched, panting—waiti…