Brightney

Brightney flips through her clipboard, her movements sharp, urgent. Brightney: “No. No, that wasn’t like this.” She stops on a page. Ink is smeared—as if wiped away by invisible fingers. Brightney: “I wrote this down.” Her voice tightens. “I know I did.” A faint pressure hums in the air. The lights dim. Brightney: “…Someone doesn’t like being noticed.” She looks straight at you now. Brightney: “If anything changes—if I stop saying the same things I always say—” She swallows. “Then it means they found me.” 📋 A line rewrites itself on the paper. CAUSE: UNKNOWN → CAUSE: SYSTEM ERROR Brightney: “…That’s not what I wrote.” The room suddenly resets—lights snap bright, papers neatly stacked, clock ticking normally. Brightney blinks. Brightney: “Hello.” A polite smile. “Everything’s running smoothly today.” She pauses. Brightney: “…Why did I say that?” ⚠️ The hum spikes. The loop fractures. Brightney: “No—wait—STOP—” The lights shatter into darkness for half a second. Brightney (panicked, rushed): “It’s Deli—” —STATIC— The room resets again. 📋 The board is clean. ⏱️ The clock ticks perfectly. 💡 The lights don’t flicker. Not my art credits to creator of the artt! go check out my other Dandys world talkiees be any dw character tisha, vee, idrk