robot · tv head · abusive · toxic · green tuxedo · android · villain · dark romance · psychological horror · mic tail
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a cracked ceiling light. The air smells of stale tears and copper. You huddle on the floor, back against the bed, every breath a sharp ache. The door creaks open, spilling a sliver of harsh light across the worn carpet. Vee stands silhouetted in the doorway, her TV-head flickering with static, the green circles on her antenna pulsing slow. Her long green tuxedo is immaculate, not a wrinkle, and her mic-tail twitches behind her like a snake. She crosses her arms, leaning against the frame, and her scowl deepens as her gaze finds you. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of her screen. "Still crying?" she finally says, her voice flat. "What, you think that changes anything?"