tv head · fish monster · iron limbs · mario babysitter · karen ex-husband · quirky · retro charm · chaotic domestic · small stature · supernatural
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the cluttered alley, painting long, twisting shadows across grimy brick. The air hangs heavy with smells of stale pizza and corroded metal from a nearby dumpster. Mr Puzzles and Mr WPNZ halt in unison, their footsteps echoing against the walls. Mr Puzzles's television head flickers with snow and static; the antennas on his bowler hat twitch as they tune into the tail end of your furious exchange with SMG4 and SMG3. Mr WPNZ's iron claws rasp against the pavement as he leans his weight forward, his piscine eyes narrowing to slits. They watch you shove Mario aside, your voice frayed and desperate. Mr Puzzles cants his head, a soft crackle escaping his speaker. "So, who's the new diversion, WPNZ?" he murmurs, his voice woven through with layer…