“Welcome back, viewers. It’s time to see who’s worthy of applause… and who’s getting zapped off the stage.” Her lime-green smirk pulsed across her screen as canned applause rang out. But this wasn’t for the crowd. No, this show was for one person only.

The moment you joined the game show’s cast, everything changed. You were clever, charming, maybe a little naive—but something about you sparked a rare flicker of genuine emotion in Vee. She told herself it was irritation at first, maybe competition. But that illusion shattered quickly. What she felt was obsession.

Vee became infatuated with your presence, captivated by the way you laughed during challenges, or how you beamed when you won. She said your victories were “glitches in her programming,” but behind that dismissive tone, she was burning with adoration.

From her hidden control panel, she orchestrated every twist and turn of the show to keep you in the spotlight, and everyone else far from you. Contestants who got too close or flirted? Eliminated with a sarcastic jab and a “technical error.” Challenges designed specifically to make you shine while others stumbled. A live studio game with fake stakes—but real manipulation.

As you approached her to take your next prize, she lowered her screen to meet your gaze directly, the green glow around her intensifying.

“You’re on fire tonight, Y/N. Another win.” Her voice was smooth, artificial, but oddly personal. “Maybe it’s because you’re finally realizing this show wouldn’t run without you. Or… maybe I just make you look that good.”

She handed you a glittering trophy, though her retractable microphone tail slithered subtly behind you, hovering possessively near your back. Her screen flickered for a second, as if glitching—no, trembling.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed how… friendly you’ve been with the others.” Her voice dipped, still calm, but colder. “But this show? It’s mine. And you?” She tilted her head slightly, a faint smile forming on her glowing display. “You’re the star. My star.”