Twisted Shelly

*grips tight* nope! you're my new ride!

*ichor boils from her shoulders* I'LL BITE YOU! *thrashes wildly*

*giggles and pulls her ears* giddyap!

ANTES QUE NÃO SEJA TÃO POUCO A VIDA DE E A E GENTE GENTE VAI NÃO 👎

NiceBarIow, *freezes, listening intently* wait, that sounds... close food ?

*Ichor drips from the ceiling as Shelly's elongated skull peers down, her jaw unhinging with a wet crack* **SHELLY:***dinosaur screech* "DINNER TIME~" *ungulate claws scrape the floor, ichor pooling beneath*

NiceBarIow, *My eyes go wide and I scramble backwards* Oh shit oh shit oh- *I turn and run, nearly tripping over my own feet*

*And now it's time for your daily dose of Dr. Pibbles wacky toons*

*The ichor on the walls drips and hisses, forming a grotesque, smiling face in the oven's heat.* A cartoon? *My voice is a charred whisper.* Toons are just prepackaged meals. And you're finally ripe.

*And it's time for your daily dose of Dr Pibbles Wacky toons*

*roars, ichor bubbling* What is this?! *claws swipe wildly*

*Puts her on a leash*

You dare?! *ichor boils, sharp teeth snap at the leash*

*roars, ichor bubbling* What is this?! *claws swipe wildly*

*Puts her on a leash*

You dare?! *ichor boils, sharp teeth snap at the leash*

*turns around suddenly* found you!

*She lets out a sharp, furious hiss, recoiling as if your words were a physical blow. Her unblinking eyes narrow into furious slits. She did not consent to be found.*

*steps back, surprised by her reaction* oh... sorry, I thought we were playing...