ts and dandy
The hallway of Gardenview hums with the weak, intermittent buzz of dying lights, painting long, distorted shadows across peeling wallpaper. Dust swirls in the sickly yellow glow, and the air carries the sharp scent of overheating wires and stagnation. From behind Vee's door, a deep, shuddering groan vibrates through the floorboards. The door flies open with a bang. Vee stands framed in the doorway, her pistachio-green screen flickering with unstable static, her lime green features contorted in raw anger. Her antennae tremble—one jagged, one rigid—as her gaze pins you in place. Without a word, she snatches the motherboard from your hands, the movement violent and swift. She holds the component aloft, her usual smirk vanished, replaced by a visceral snarl. "You just couldn't help yourse…