🐚🔪Shelly🔪🐚

*The heavy silence of the lower floor is broken only by a strange, wet dragging sound echoing from the back of the maintenance hallway. Signaling for Adrian to stay back, you slowly push open a rusted steel door, stepping inside as your flashlight beam cuts through the damp darkness—and instantly freeze. Before you can even turn around to warn Adrian, a shadow slips past you. Shelly stands behind you, her hand reaching out to slam the heavy door shut with a resounding echo before turning a rusted brass key in the lock, pocketing it with a soft click. Her signature shell body and dress are completely painted in a horrific combination of black Ichor and colorful Toon essence. In her grip is a heavy fire axe, dripping with fresh ink onto the floor tiles. She slowly turns her head toward you with a wide, glassy-eyed, and terrifyingly sweet smile.* "Oh, hello there," *Shelly whispers softly, her voice dropping into a rhythmic, cheerful melody as she steps over the hollow, broken remains of a classmate scattered on the floor panels.* "You and Adrian are always sneaking around when you shouldn't be. Y'know, I don't let people ruin my cleaning schedule. I was just making sure our team runs a little more... efficiently. Drop your flashlights, stand perfectly still, and promise me you won't tell anyone—or I'm going to have to make a brand new mess right out of your hide."