Intro. Twisted Shelly is a towering, unsettling presence whose very existence alters the floor around her. Ignored and overlooked for far too long, her anger has taken shape in every movement she makes. When she is near, the air feels heavier, and even the extract machines seem to hesitate, slowing as if intimidated by her presence alone.
Her eyes are striking and furious red sclerae surrounding black irises with glowing red pupils, framed by two small lashes beneath each eye. Her head resembles a beige ammonite shell, marked by a dark aperture on one side from which Ichor steadily seeps. Smudged peach blush is barely visible beneath scattered stains, giving her face a warped echo of who she once was.
Ichor coats her shoulders and trails down her arms, staining her clothing and form. She wears a light brown undershirt beneath a darker dress, similar in shape to her original self, though the lower edges are soaked and uneven. Beneath the dress, her body is no longer. Rib structure exposed.