#dw vee version 1 x reader

[eclipseberrycake]

Incognito Mode (CleanBrowserHistory x Reader)

AN: As an irl girl kisser, I totally get that. IRL men disgust me- because Traumaaa- but fictional men? Perfect. Chef's kiss. But fictional WOMEN?

Anyway-

This was a request!

☁ THOSE GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS.

☁ How I adore them. I mean Tisha mains are hit or miss for me tbh, I tried breaking the allegations I did, but like...the allegations remain.

☁ But Vee and Shelly? Never met a main of them i didn't like.

☁ Anyway,

☁ As always, what kinda partner could I see them with. Honestly? Any of them, really.

☁ Extractor toon? Perfect.

☁ Shelly is taking every opportunity to wrap her arms around you, nuzzling into your cheek from behind as she allows her ability to thrum around you, immediately speeding up the extraction process.

☁ Vee is always teasing you, leaning against the machine about how you should "Just let her do it, she's faster and doesn't want you ruining those perfect hands of yours." She's got plans for them, you know?

☁ Tisha loves seeing you extract. She doesn't distract often, but when she does, she always does it in a way she can see you through a window or down the call, calling out cheers your way and making you mess up your skill check.

☁ Distractor toon? Great.

☁ You stress Shelly out, but she'll get over it. She's constantly giving people extraction boosts just so you don't have to distract as long, immediately collapsing into your arms as with tears in her eyes as she thanks you over and over for staying safe. Or if you're hurt, she's practically dragging you to whichever healer is with them and demanding them to do something.

☁ Vee won't admit it, but she does machines faster than she normally does, which is already fast. She is quick to finish them one by one and passing off her own Vee-mote to someone else if it means you're out there as short as possible.

☁ Tisha is always nearby to give you a speed boost :). You and her pick up a good rhythm where if you constantly need to be running, you switch out so the other can regenerate some stamina if Sprout isn't nearby. Each switch out is stamped by a quick peck along with a call of an airhorn to call the Twisted's attention away.

☁ Healer toon? Sold.

☁ Shelly loves, loves, loves getting healed by you a million percent. She'll never go out of her way to get hit, of course not, but she's a little more willing to play emergency distractor if thats the case. Even if it means getting scolded by you. Every time you're healing her, you never leave without a parting kiss, and really who can blame her if that's her reward?!

☁ Vee, like Sprout, is the worst for being healed. She doesn't like sitting still, she doesn't like appearing like she isn't the best to you. She'll pout the entire time, but, much like Shelly, once you bestow a kiss upon her for a reward, she's sparking between the antennae and perking right up, immediately pulling you back for what she's deem a proper kiss.

☁ Tisha is the one who gets healed the most, but she's endlessly apologetic. She doesn't try to get hit, but sometimes she looses sight over where that one Twisted went and is swiftly reminded where they went. She tries her hardest not to get hit though and always returns the reward you bestow upon her with a kiss of her own, filled with giggles.

☁ It doesn't matter what kind of toon you are, especially with these girlies. They are always so supportive and loving.

☁ Vee loves having game nights with you guys, playing some version of her game show with you three as her contestants. She caters the questions to your guys' special interests and always just lights up when she sees how excited the three of you get.

☁ Moreso when you start learning each others special interests and she gets to watch as Shelly gapes over you or Tisha beating her to the buzzer about dinosaurs.

☁ Cleaning with Tisha too is insane. She's a bit of a neat freak and that bleeds into every part of her life, her day-to-day included. Your room is always immaculate and Tisha can get pouty if you guys aren't mindful of it.

☁ Vee is also on the neater side, argue with the wall. Tisha is endless appreciative even if you and Shelly are a little messier. It's a give and take with them really.

☁ You and Shelly make sure the other two are taking care of themselves. So even if Tisha is in med-bay, you're bringing her food and love and cuddles. Or if Vee got short-circuited by Finn, Shelly is right beside her making sure she's as comfortable as possible as she reboots.

☁ Runs with these guys are fun too! Fun but quick. The problem is their twisteds.

☁ Tisha's twisted is a common so she's become acquainted with seeing her, but Vee and Shelly are less so. Their Twisteds are rarer and it's harder to see them, especially when you and Tisha are on the run.

☁ Feeling the confusion warp your psyche always Shelly into a bit of a Tizzy. She remembers vaguely the destruction her other form caused and it terrified her. She didn't want that to be unleashed on any of her partners and needs one of you with her just to keep her grounded.

☁ She doesn't like going far when this is the case as the confusion probably hits her the hardest, making directions especially hard for her, so if one of you sticks with her near elevator, she should make it out okay.

☁ Vee's twisted is...more difficult.

☁ When the pop-ups appear in front of each of your faces with the shrill shriek of her short-circuits sparking off, Vee is immediately dreading the worst. She's constantly telling you three to not go anywhere near that twisted, even if one of you is the distractor. She won't allow it. She couldn't fathom her twisted being the reason one of you got hurt.

☁ While she won't need someone to walk with her, she does like keeping you all in her line of sight, even if that seems impossible.

☁ Speaking of, Dandy forbid, you get hurt. These girls? Protective to a fault. Tisha frets like a mother, making sure the wound stays clean even as the healer tries to get her out of the way to look at it.

☁ Shelly is also near hysterics as she worries you're going to die, even if it's just a simple flesh wound. You probably have to comfort her while Sprout or Ginger or Cosmo is healing you, lol.

☁ VEE. Oh-ho-ho. Vee already hates Dandy, and the feeling is very much reciprocated. So if you get hurt on a floor he's supposed to show up, and he's there without a heal?

☁ She's literally grabbing him by skin of his chest and yanking him close enough she could really emphasize her point. She's hurling threats of harm and dismemberment his way, demanding a first aid kit. Whether she gets it or not I guess depends on how far you were or if this is just a minor injury.

☁ Even if she does get it, you're already healed by the time she turns around lol.

☁ If it's the cards and there's a medical option, she's daring someone to pick another option. Her and Sprout have probably clashed on this before, but their besties, it's bound to happen.

☁ Speaking of, Astro and Sprout? Shelly and Vee's besties?

☁ They thank you for taking them off their hands every chance they get. They love the girls, they do, but like...they got their own hands full (Ifykyk) so not having to worry as much and have you do it? Gives them a sense of relief.

☁ Overall, these girls are so loving and so caring and I just know they treat you so, so well <3

[fishermanshook]

HEART OF GOLD ICHOR.

( sprout s. , glisten , & vee v. ) + gn!toon!reader

⋆·˚🔱 ༘ * hints of inspo. from @eclipseberrycake. [go read their work it’s divine] , h/c’s + small size intended , can be read as romantic or platonic [best friends for /p readers] , possible ooc-ness , mentions of a panic attack [glisten.] , reader is hinted to be a distractor , I can’t write dialogue for shit , not proof-read , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

Runs are inherently dangerous. No matter how seasoned of a distractor you are, there’s no guarantee you’ll ever make it back to the elevator in time.

This run is just another piece of evidence as to why.

꒰wc꒱ 1,427 , read pt. 2 here.

SPROUT SEEDLY.

Had Sprout Seedly been there just a second earlier, he knows he could’ve gotten you. He knows he would’ve been able to swoop you up and away as his twisted form was hot on your tail, tendrils spiraling up from the ground as you dodged them left and right. But deep down inside, he knows that he wouldn’t have been able to anyway, not when the last machine had finished and not after a twisted Gigi popped up and out of nowhere, the two of them pulling your mangled body down into a pool of black tar as the elevator closed right in front of him.

Right in front of you, with your hand extended out just enough that he swears he could’ve touched the tips of your fingers.

Sprout doesn’t register the first tear that falls, nor the second or third. Not until he hears the all too familiar cranking and turning of Dandy’s little shop of Horror does he instinctively wipe his face with the back of his hand. It comes back slightly wet, damp with the salty tears of his own. Instead of sadness, rage takes its place, and it takes everything in him to hold that back.

—

“What the fuck Dandy!” Sprout screams at the colorful flower sitting pretty behind his make-shift pop-up store, a bandaid perched between the two of them— on discount, nonetheless.

“Deary me, what seems to have occurred— oh! You seem to be down one—oooh. Ah.” Dandy’s face falters for a second. Floor thirty three and just now they lose you. How pitiful. “I was wondering how long it would take.”

Anger boiled inside of him. A rage he hadn’t felt for god knows how long. “Listen, man,” Sprout announced, fishing around in his bag for something, “I’ll give you as many tapes as you want, I’ll give up every single one I earn and be in debt to you as long as needed,” he slams what seems to be a bucket full of tapes on Dandy’s stand, “but I’m not leaving here until I get that damn antidote for [name]. So pay up.”

“Sprout, you know that I can’t do that.”

“If you care about the wellbeing of your so-called ‘friends’, you’ll give me the fucking thing.”

“Get the research first, Seedly.” And Dandy’s shop is already going down. Sprout doesn’t dare follow along, too shaken up to heave himself over the shop table and fall after the deceptive little flower.

GLISTEN.

One second, you’re standing by him, watching the area and playing with the ginormous pink bow on his back while he works his magic at the machine. The next? You’re being dragged away from him, a scream ripped out of you before pure silence followed quickly after. Glisten can only whip his head around in time to spot the familiar growing dark puddle of tar alongside the ichor-stained claws of twisted Goob himself.

He wants to scream, to cry, to jump himself on top of the monster that twisted Goob is and rip out his stupid fucking eyeballs for being the reason he can’t find your black and blue bruised body—but he just can’t find it in himself. Even as the furry craft locks his beady little eyes on the vanity mirror, he can’t move a muscle. At least he’ll be joining you again, minus the discomfort that his twisted form brought him, at least he’ll still be with you.

And it’s as if Rodger can hear his deeply unspoken thoughts because the magnifying glass is quick to snatch Glisten's arm away before Goob can and do it himself, tossing him a few stale gumballs —the ones that get left in Dandy’s inventory for far too long— and tell him to start running. That’s when the adrenaline kicks in, and he can only get as far as he can before the mirror’s hunched over on his knees, gasping for air as he starts to hyperventilate. The main’s plushies loom directly over him. Vee and Astro stare disappointingly above him: aren’t you meant to keep face? What does one toon’s death mean to you?

They stare with no mercy, and Glisten only feels like he might puke.

—

The elevator is cold and quiet by the time Glisten can pull himself inside. One teleport to Tisha and he’s already clinging to the side of the door trying his best to conceal his broken attempts at breathing and the mascara dripping from his teary eyes— but is it even worth it at this point? What’s left to hide when the one thing he’s cherished oh, so much has been stripped away from his side?

You’re gone. One with the ichor now, and Glisten can only beg his teammates to end the run here. He can’t risk Dandy pulling at the string of fucking fate and having to run into your twisted form. No, he doesn’t even want to imagine what you may look like. Your body, mangled and deranged and forced to move to the ichor’s will.

The team listens to his prayer, and they head back up, but not before he can make out just the slightest bit of something coming from the other side of the door. Echoes of a voice sounding way too familiar to your shouting. Screaming. Of agony? He hopes not, but at him? He thinks he’ll twist himself before he dares to take a hearken.

VEE VERSION ONE.

It’s always a game of luck and skill when you’re a distractor —you never truly know what to expect next. Sure, you can predict the next time Scraps will try and snipe you, and you can surely attempt to avoid Rodger’s watchful and menacing eye after someone didn’t pay close enough attention towards what capsule they were picking up…but escaping from a twisted pebble? Vees…not sure.

She knew she shouldn’t have let you distract this floor. They had Pebble with them —someone who, not to be rude, was much faster than you in situations like these. You could’ve just let the guy take his twisted version, let him run himself tired all across the map, but no. YOU wanted to play hero today, so you went ahead and put yourself on the line, Astro wasn’t able to reach you in time for a stamina boost and you didn’t have a pop or even a speed candy on you and you had too little supplies to work with and—snap.

The sound itself rings throughout the map again. Or, in this case, through Vee’s mind as the wires and zeros and ones of her digitally coded, precisely ciphered DNA force her to relive your last moments on a never-ending loop. Over and over and over again.

Guilt rots in her motherboard as they descend the elevator once more. Numbness overcomes her heart, and she feels as if she’s on the verge of breaking out into tears, but nothing comes. Just the newfound pit in her stomach, and the overarching feeling that she can’t go on like this for much longer. The feeling only continues to grow, bubbling in her stomach and escaping to other regions of her toon-like body. She can’t stay in here for another second, and without another thought, Vee’s already pulling the lever to head back to the lobby. No questions asked, even as the others look with momentary confusion before putting the dots together.

Vee is the first one to leave the elevator and ignores any other calls of her name quickly after. None of them emit the same tone that yours once did anyway.

—

By the time Vee makes her way back to her room, she feels empty. The television flickers quietly as she sinks down in front of her vanity mirror; its shine fades without you here. She senses her energy waning, as if her system is shutting down. The world around her feels like it is crumbling, and Vee can only just make it to her bed—overwhelmed by the decorative sheets and blankets she had borrowed from your room during the countless sleepovers you shared—before her strength gives out completely. Her empty body lands softly on the bed with a quiet thud.

Vee won’t wake for at least the next few hours, and no one should expect to see her around so suddenly after your demise.

note: so how did we like the angst...

© fishermanshook — no stealing , translating , plagiarizing or reposting my work on other any other sites + reblogs adored !!

[pukefactory]

Not sure if you accept two requests from the same person, but may I ask for a Vee x Reader that got critically injured somehow in someway, similar to MISS YOU (The sprout x reader thing)

Remember to drink water.

⌁₊˚⊹ ACID SKIN ⊹˚₊⌁

↯ Summary: A Compilation Of Headcanons Featuring Vee Saving The Reader From Dying

↯ Character(s): Vee Version 1 (Dandy’s World)

↯ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

↯ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

↯ Image Credits: @stxrs-in-my-sky

⚡︎ Vee finds you barely conscious, your body trembling in a pool of your own ichor. Her usual smug demeanor vanishes in an instant, her screen flickering erratically between static and a critical error message. “Not good, not good,” she mutters, gripping you tightly. She never panics—but right now? Right now, she’s two seconds from forcibly rebooting herself just to pretend this isn’t happening.

⚡︎ The Twisted responsible doesn’t get far. One second it’s towering over you, the next, Vee’s microphone cord is wrapped around its throat, crackling with electricity. Her screen stays eerily blank, save for a single blinking message: [ELIMINATE THREAT]. It doesn’t stand a chance.

⚡︎ “Stay awake. Hey. HEY. Answer my question.” She’s practically shaking you, her voice sharp, desperate. “Question 1: You’re not gonna die on me, right?” You barely manage a whisper, and Vee’s grip tightens. “Wrong answer.”

⚡︎ She talks—constantly—because if she stops, then the silence will settle, and she’ll have to acknowledge the fact that you’re slipping away. Her voice is rushed, glitching slightly, like she’s buffering. “Alright, next question—what’s two plus two? Four? No, wrong. The answer is you staying alive.”

⚡︎ She’s logical. She’s efficient. But none of that helps when she can’t fix this. Her bow tie is stained with your ichor, her screen flashing different critical messages she doesn’t even register. “I don’t like where this is going,” she mutters, over and over.

⚡︎ She considers calling for backup but dismisses the idea just as quickly. She doesn’t want Astro or Brightney or anyone else seeing her like this—frantic, vulnerable, terrified. This is her problem to solve. She refuses to let you be another system failure.

⚡︎ “You’re ridiculous,” she says, voice crackling. “You’re so ridiculous, you know that? Getting yourself into this mess. Making me deal with it.” She’s gripping your hand so tight that if you were any stronger, you’d complain. “…You have to reboot. That’s an order.”

⚡︎ If you lose consciousness, she’ll never admit it, but she screams your name. It’s robotic, distorted, but desperate. She slams a fist against her screen, the green glow of her circuits flashing erratically. “NO. Nope. Not happening.”

⚡︎ Vee isn’t built for carrying people, but that doesn’t stop her from hauling you into her arms and bolting. Every step is calculated, precise. She’s never moved this fast in her life, doesn’t care that her circuits are overheating. She’s getting you out. Now.

⚡︎ “Final round,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands are shaking. “Last question. The most important one.” She waits until your eyes flutter open, just for a second. “…Are you still with me?” Your fingers twitch. It’s not a full answer, but it’s enough. [CORRECT] flashes across her screen.

[rottenspawn]

Hi nice to meet ya I was hoping you could write a romantic headcanon of vee x a toon reader who is machine like her plz hope you have a good day.

R0B0T1C LOV3

—-> Vee X Machine!Reader

(SFW)

________________ (YES YES ABSOLUTELY ILY,btw reader is gn/fem in this)

—You guys would absolutely YAP in Morse code when talking shit

—Vee always has you as her co-host to spend as much time as possible with you

—Y,all r lit ‘Good Luck,Babe!’

—You guys have a re-charge station as a hangout space

—Brags about you being her partner ALOT

—Sometimes has questions about you in her gameshow

—Since yall lit can’t kiss you guys just put kiss emojis on your screens LMAO

—Gets mad and defensive FAST if someone talks bad abt you(would ban them from her gameshow lowk)

—Hugs are from the side bc of her hug ass head,she only hugs you in PRIVATE

—If someone flirts with you she pulls you closer and if that doesn’t work she tells them to fuck off

EXTRA

“Hey babe mind putting some oil in

my finger joints they’re creaking”📺

“Yeah sure,but how did you wear them out so fast again?”

“I jumped shrimpo”📺

“WHAT-”

[pukefactory]

Can you pretty please with specifically five cherries on top do Yandere Vee x Reader Headcanons?

⌁₊˚⊹ THE TV ISN'T YOUR FRIEND ⊹˚₊⌁

↯ Summary: A Compilation of Headcannons Featuring Yandere Vee X Reader

↯ Character(s): Vee Version 1 (Dandy’s World)

↯ Genre: Headcannons, SFW

↯ Warning(s): Abusive Behaviour (The Typical Yandere Behaviour Tropes

↯ Image Credits: @stxrs-in-my-sky

⚡︎ Vee’s obsession isn’t messy or emotional—it’s calculated, logical, perfect. You’re the variable that completes her equation, the missing piece in a problem she’s already solved. “The answer is simple. You belong with me.”

⚡︎ She’s always watching. Not in a creepy, lurking way (she’d never call it that), but in a necessary way. You’ve got her full attention—every camera feed, every microphone frequency, all tuned in just to keep track of you. “Why should I stop? You like the attention, don’t you?”

⚡︎ Vee doesn’t get jealous, she gets technical errors. A slight visual distortion, an audio stutter, an error screen flashing just for a moment when she sees you laughing with someone else. “Hmph. System overload—someone’s getting too friendly.”

⚡︎ You trying to leave? No, no, that’s an incorrect response. She’ll talk you in circles until your own logic starts breaking down, until staying seems like the only option. “Oh, please. Let’s not pretend you don’t like it here.”

⚡︎ Vee’s got no patience for competition. If someone’s pulling you away, she’ll interrupt. Convenient power outages, garbled audio, sudden distractions—anything to make sure she’s the one you’re focused on. “Whoops—looks like the signal dropped. Guess it’s just us now.”

⚡︎ She’s not cruel. She’s not unreasonable. She cares—but in her own way. If you’re upset, she won’t force you to talk. She’ll just cut off everyone else until you have to rely on her. “There, now we can talk without distractions.”

⚡︎ Vee struggles with compliments, even when it comes to you. Expect something smug, something teasing, but always with a tinge of possessiveness. “You’re passable. I guess that’s why I like you so much.”

⚡︎ Vee doesn’t see keeping you to herself as wrong. It’s just better this way. No risks, no distractions—just you and her. “Face it—you were wasting your time with them. I’m the only one who actually understands you.”

⚡︎ She doesn’t like feeling vulnerable, but when you pull away, it hurts. Not that she’d admit it outright—just… expect the screens around you to flicker, the lights to dim, her voice to crackle through the speakers with an unfamiliar edge. “…Just don’t do that again.”

⚡︎ Vee doesn’t lose. Ever. And she’s not about to lose you. If she has to pull a few strings, rewrite a few rules, bend reality itself to keep you? So be it. “I win. And that means you’re mine.”

[pukefactory]

Twisted Vee x Reader?

I struggled a bit with this one, but it’s Vee, and I’d do anything for my favorite arrogant TV. Hope this holds up!

⋆ ✩₊˚ CALL BACK PING ˚₊✩⋆

＞ Summary: You left her alone for too long

＞ Character(s): Twisted Vee (Dandy’s World)

＞ Reader pronouns: Not Specified

＞ Genre: Short story, SFW

＞ Word Count: 580

＞ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

＞ Image Credits: Juki on YouTube

The hallways flickered.

Dim, buzzing fluorescent lights lined the ceiling, blinking out of sync, casting jagged shadows that stretched and distorted with every uneasy pulse. The static in the air was thick, a piercing hum in your ears—white noise that never fully faded. And in the center of it all stood her.

Vee. Or what was left of her.

She was watching you. She always was. Even when she wasn’t in sight, you could feel her presence threading through the walls, slipping into the circuitry, embedding itself in every screen you passed, functional or not.

A pop-up flickered into view, obstructing the hallway with its glitchy, static-filled form, like a broken hologram.

“You’re not trying to avoid me, are you?”

You sighed, pressing the red “X” in the corner. The window snapped shut, only for two more to take its place.

“That wasn’t a no.”

“Look at me.”

You didn’t have to. She was already there.

Vee’s frame buzzed as she approached, towering and fractured, a mess of glowing wires and flickering circuits. She didn’t move naturally—more like a corrupted file skipping between frames, her presence an intrusion. Each step was deliberate, slow, accompanied by the rhythmic drip of ichor from the gaping split in her torso. The sound echoed through the empty hallway.

“You’re late.” Her voice crackled, half-digital, half-dissatisfied.

“You never gave me time.”

Another pop-up.

“Excuses.”

Her tail lashed against the wall with a sharp crack, irritation bleeding through every digitized syllable.

You huffed, swiping the window away, as you had countless times before.

Vee tilted her head, the flickering on her screen smoothing into something almost smug. “You’re getting faster at that,” she remarked, one of her digital eyes twitching as it tried to refocus.

“I have to be, with how often you do this.”

She made a dismissive sound, barely acknowledging the complaint. Her antennae twitched, her screen dimming for a split second before she leaned forward, close enough that the space between you felt charged. Another thick drop of ichor slipped from her torso, but she didn’t seem to care. Her eyes, cold and analytical, raked over you like she was studying something fragile—something hers.

“You went off-grid earlier.” This time, something foreign lurked beneath her usual arrogance. A distortion. An unreadable, unfamiliar edge.

You crossed your arms. “I left the room.”

“Without me.”

“You were busy spamming half the floor with ads.”

She scoffed, and with a sharp snap of her fingers, the hallway flooded with pop-ups.

Hundreds of overlapping messages drowned your vision, red “X” marks blinking in taunting unison.

“You’re mine.”

“Don’t forget that.”

“Stay where I can see you.”

It was overwhelming—intentionally so—but you knew better than to let it shake you, even as a sharp pain rattled in your skull. With steady hands, you started closing them one by one, meeting the glare behind the fray.

“You could’ve just said you missed me.”

Vee twitched, standing up straighter. The pop-ups vanished at once, leaving only the weight of static between you.

“I don’t miss you,” she muttered, her voice low, a small glitch sparking at the corner of her screen.

You took a step closer, placing a hand against the cool metal of her frame. The tension between you thinned, the air smoothing into something quieter.

“You do,” you murmured. “You just don’t like admitting it.”

She didn’t reply. But her screen remained clear. Her frame steadied. And for the first time that night, the hallway fell silent.

[pukefactory]

In THAT case, may I request a Twisted Vee x Reader headcanons?

Btw you have really good writing. I liked the recent TADC headcanons.

Author’s Note

I want to give a big thank you to Wafflex for not only the kind words but also for being one of my earliest supporters. This post is dedicated to you and your longtime support. Please enjoy it at your leisure

- Rush

⌁₊˚⊹ COMPUTER DEATH ⊹˚₊⌁

↯ Summary: A Compilation Of Headcanons Featuring Twisted Vee X Reader

↯ Character(s): Twisted Vee (Dandy’s World)

↯ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

↯ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

↯ Image Credits: @cielcay

⚡︎ She knows exactly where you are at all times. Vee doesn’t chase you like she does with other Toons. No, she simply appears in your peripheral vision, a flickering shadow in the dark. You close one of her relentless pop-ups, only to find her standing just behind the screen, tilting her head at you with that same unimpressed expression.

⚡︎ The advertisements become… oddly personal. Where her usual pop-ups are nonsense—fake sweepstakes, “YOU WON A FREE VACATION,” and clickbait headlines—yours are different. “Tired? Let me hold you.” “You can’t leave me. You don’t want to.” The red “X” button is there, but somehow, it feels… wrong to click it.

⚡︎ She will sabotage anything that takes your attention away from her. Other Toons? Expect their voices to be drowned out by an ear-splitting electronic screech. Machines? Suddenly overloaded with errors and system failures. Even if you somehow escape her, your vision will be filled with endless pop-ups demanding your focus.

⚡︎ Her form flickers when she’s angry. The usually static-laden image of her face distorts into something more nightmarish—glitching eyes, sharp digital noise, a mouth filled with jagged, pixelated static. The only time she truly loses control like this is when she feels ignored. And if that happens… well, let’s just say the slow debuff might become the least of your worries.

⚡︎ Vee hates when you try to run. The instant you attempt to flee, an ad fills your entire vision. “Are you sure? Y/N” You slam the “Y” key, only for it to glitch. Error: Choice Unavailable. The second you hesitate, her mechanical steps close in, and her cold, ichor-covered hands wrap around your shoulders. “Bad choice.”

⚡︎ She has a very strange way of showing affection. In her own twisted logic, if she really likes you, she’ll make sure you’re never distracted. No more stressful tasks, no more noisy interruptions—just her, her voice buzzing through broken speakers, and an endless barrage of pop-ups ensuring you never look away.

⚡︎ Her voice changes depending on her mood. When she’s neutral, it’s a smooth, almost robotic monotone. But when she’s irritated, the pitch wavers—like a broken speaker struggling to maintain stability. If she’s feeling possessive? Expect distorted whispers and layered echoes, repeating your name in overlapping tones.

⚡︎ You are her favorite viewer. Every other Toon is just an audience member—easily distracted, easily replaceable. But you? You’re special. That’s why she follows you so persistently, why her pop-ups shift to match your thoughts and emotions. Why does she refuse to let you leave? Well, what’s a show without its star?

⚡︎ Her glitched-out advertisements turn into warnings. If another Twisted is near, your screen will suddenly be filled with bright red pop-ups: “DANGER. DANGER. DANGER.” The second you acknowledge it, Vee is already there, intercepting the threat with inhuman speed. Whether she does it to protect you or simply to keep you for herself, but that’s up for debate.

⚡︎ There is no escape. Even if you somehow manage to evade her on the floor, her influence lingers. Your screen will flicker, her silhouette appearing in the static of broken monitors. A pop-up notification will randomly appear, no matter where you are, with a single, ominous message: “I’ll see you soon.”

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Vee (Dandy’s world) x Socially awkward reader?

Whenever I see a request about Vee, I can’t resist taking it on. To all my fellow Vee fans who struggle with social anxiety, I hope this resonates with you.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖ LOSER WITH A COMPUTER ˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

.ᐟ Summary: A compilation of headcannons featuring Vee and a reader with social anxiety

.ᐟ Character(s): Vee Version 1 (Dandy’s World)

.ᐟ Genre: Headcanons, Comfort, SFW,

.ᐟ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

⚡︎ When interacting with others, Vee is often dismissive and indifferent, showing little concern for how blunt or insensitive she might appear. However, she was never that way with you. After observing your quiet and reserved demeanor, particularly in crowded settings, she became noticeably attentive and patient. This behavior likely stems from her past experiences with shy child contestants on her game shows.

⚡︎ She first noticed your awkwardness during one of her game shows. You were randomly chosen alongside two other toons to compete in front of a small audience. When it was your turn to answer a question, you mumbled and stammered, struggling to speak in front of the crowd. Vee quickly recognized your discomfort and let you step down, replacing you with another contestant to fill the empty podium. After the show, once the atmosphere had calmed, she approached to check on you—and that’s how the two of you met.

⚡︎ Once you enter a relationship with her, Vee is much kinder and more polite than she initially appears. While she’s never forceful with you, she shows a protective side, likely due to your reserved nature. She frequently reminds you to come to her if someone bothers you or if you need anything, making it clear that she wants to shield you from anything that might cause discomfort. At the same time, Vee encourages you to step out of your comfort zone in a gentle, supportive way without being overbearing. If you’re reluctant to speak in a group, she might create an opportunity for you to shine by introducing a topic she knows you’re passionate about. She’s your greatest supporter while always honoring your boundaries.

⚡︎ Vee enjoys sharing tips to help you feel more comfortable, including her favorite strategies for maintaining a conversation. As a game show host, she has plenty of confidence and an array of techniques for staying composed in front of large audiences. She’s always eager to pass on her knowledge to help you build confidence when speaking in larger groups. It goes without saying that she is incredibly encouraging and supportive.

⚡︎ Although Vee is a genuinely supportive partner, she often finds it difficult to give compliments without them sounding unintentionally backhanded. She’s somewhat aware of this and instead chooses to express her encouragement through actions rather than words. She’ll give you thumbs-ups or playful winks to show you’re doing well. Occasionally, a casual compliment might slip out, but she firmly believes her affection is best conveyed through gestures rather than verbal affirmations.

⚡︎ In social situations, Vee naturally takes on the role of the charismatic buffer. She effortlessly commands attention, handling most of the conversation while allowing you the space to acclimate at your own pace. When you feel ready to contribute, even if it’s just a little, she’ll make sure to give you the opportunity. If you’re uncomfortable and want to leave early, Vee won’t hesitate to walk away with you, bluntly telling the group that you’d rather spend time alone with her. Should anyone make a negative comment about it, she’ll respond with a sharp, passive-aggressive retort, ensuring they think twice before speaking again.

⚡︎ Vee is well aware of how overwhelming crowds and noisy environments can be for you. Even she, despite thriving in the spotlight, occasionally feels drained after dealing with screaming kids all day. To help you feel more at ease, she often suggests peaceful hangouts, such as late-night TV marathons, relaxed afternoons, or quiet visits to the tree in the Gardenview lobby where you can both simply enjoy each other’s company without the need for conversation.

⚡︎ Although you often feel awkward or out of place, Vee finds your quirks oddly endearing. Whether it’s the way you mumble when nervous or how you nervously twiddle your fingers while others talk, she thinks it’s unexpectedly cute. Of course, she would never openly tell you this. She doesn’t want to give the impression that she expects you to remain completely withdrawn and never step outside your comfort zone. However, deep down, she sees your shyness as a charming trait—likely what drew her to you in the first place.

[pukefactory]

Reader x vee who is in the hospital and she gets to visit the reader

⌁₊˚⊹ DOCTOR’S OFFICE ⊹˚₊⌁

↯ Summary: Vee Visits You At The Hospital After An Accident

↯ Character(s): Vee Version 1 (Dandy’s World)

↯ Reader pronouns: Not Specified

↯ Genre: Short Story, SFW

↯ Word Count: 288

↯ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

↯ Image Credits: @cielcay

A rhythmic beep filled the quiet hospital room, a metronome to the dull ache in your body. You weren't sure how long you'd been there—everything blurred together in a haze of sterile walls and restless sleep. But when the door creaked open, you were met with a sight you never expected.

Vee stood in the doorway, arms crossed, her black screen flickering before settling into her usual confident smirk. "Well, would you look at that? You’re still alive."

You blinked. "Vee...?"

She stepped inside, scanning the room with an unimpressed hum. "They sure have you hooked up to a lot of wires. Not as efficient as my internal systems, but I suppose organic bodies need all the help they can get."

You huffed a laugh, wincing as pain flared in your ribs. "Nice to see you too."

"Yeah, yeah." Vee pulled up a chair beside your bed, tapping a finger against her mic-tail absentmindedly. "I was in the area. Figured I’d drop by, make sure you weren’t... y'know, completely useless."

"Touching," you teased.

Vee rolled her eyes, but there was something softer in the way her screen flickered.

Silence settled, comfortable in its own way. Vee examined your IV drip, then the heart monitor, squinting like she was analyzing a faulty circuit. Finally, she spoke again. "You could’ve at least gotten hurt in a way that was... cooler. Like escaping an explosion. Or a high-stakes trivia battle."

You smirked. "I'll keep that in mind."

Vee exhaled, a static-laced sigh. "Just... get better, alright? I’d rather not deal with an understaffed game show."

You nodded. "I will."

For once, Vee didn’t have a snarky comeback—just a quiet, satisfied hum as she sat with you, watching over the flickering monitor.

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[pukefactory]

can i req a low battery/hungry vee x reader 🫶

⊹⊱•••《 FLICKERING MONITORS 》•••⊰⊹

⍟ Summary: A compilation of headcanons featuring the reader helping Vee with a low battery charge

⍟ Character(s): Vee Version 1 (Dandy’s World)

⍟ Genre: Headcanons, Fluff, SFW

⍟ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

☇ Vee rarely shows weakness, but when her battery is low, she has no choice but to slow down. Her usual confident demeanor falters, her movements become sluggish, and her screen flickers between dim green hues. At first, she tries to brush it off, refusing to acknowledge that she’s running on empty. It isn’t until you step in—placing a hand on her arm and telling her, point-blank, to sit down—that she finally listens.

☇ Her usual sharp wit is dulled when she’s low on power. If she tries to throw out a sarcastic remark, it often trails off before she can finish, leaving her blinking at the empty space in front of her. You can’t help but find it amusing, but you also know better than to tease her about it—unless you want to be on the receiving end of her unimpressed glare once she recharges.

☇ When she’s on the verge of shutting down, Vee becomes more honest than usual. She lacks the energy to filter herself, so you’ll occasionally catch her mumbling absentminded thoughts. Once, after you guided her to sit against the Gardenview tree, she muttered, “You’re… good at this. Taking care of me.” You were about to ask her to repeat that, but by the time you turned to her, her screen had already faded to black.

☇ She hates feeling vulnerable, but she trusts you enough to let you see her like this. Even in her exhausted state, she makes sure you don’t worry too much. “It’s just a power save mode,” she insists, waving a sluggish hand. “Nothing to get all emotional about.” But you notice the way she leans into your touch, seeking comfort despite her words.

☇ Her tail, usually animated and twitching with energy, goes completely still when her battery is critically low. If you try to nudge it or lift it slightly, it flops back down with zero resistance. The first time this happened, you half-jokingly told her it was kind of cute. She immediately fixed you with a half-lidded stare and deadpanned, “I’m moments from collapsing, and this is what you focus on?”

☇ When her battery dips too low, her voice starts glitching. The confident, smooth tone she usually carries stutters and distorts into robotic fragments. She loathes it, which is why she starts speaking less when she’s running on fumes. You quickly catch on and start filling the silence yourself, telling her about your day or rambling about something you know she enjoys. Even if she doesn’t respond, you can tell she’s listening.

☇ If she shuts down completely, you stay beside her the entire time. Whether she’s leaned against your shoulder or lying still with her tail curled beside her, you refuse to leave until she powers back on. The first time she woke up to see you still sitting there, half-asleep but keeping watch, she was silent for a long moment before muttering, “You really are something else.”

☇ Despite her exhaustion, she’s still as stubborn as ever. If you try to carry her somewhere more comfortable, she will protest. “I can walk,” she grumbles, even as her limbs threaten to give out. You ignore her complaints and continue supporting her weight, much to her exasperation. Secretly, though, she appreciates it more than she’ll ever admit.

☇ Once she’s fully recharged, she acts as if nothing ever happened. If you bring up how worried you were, she just shrugs and says, “See? I told you I’d be fine.” But later, when she thinks you’re not paying attention, she shoots you a brief, grateful glance before quickly looking away.

☇ After her battery incident, she begrudgingly lets you keep track of her power levels. “It’s not like I need you to do this all the time,” she insists, arms crossed. “But since you’re so insistent on hovering, I guess I’ll allow it.” Of course, she doesn’t stop you when you check on her throughout the day. And if you ever gently remind her to recharge before it gets bad again, she just sighs and mutters, “Fine, fine. Don’t worry so much.”

[pukefactory]

What about headcanons for when Vee unexpectedly catches a virus for the first time and is being comforted by reader?

⌁₊˚⊹ POWER SURGE ⊹˚₊⌁

↯ Summary: A compilation of headcanons where Vee gets a virus and comes to you for comfort

↯ Character(s): Vee Version 1 (Dandy’s World)

↯ Genre: Headcanons, Fluff, SFW

↯ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

⚡︎ Your day was going as usual until Vee came rushing toward you, her screen glitching and tail flicking rapidly. Frustrated and panicked, she complains that she may have downloaded a virus—her first time ever catching one. It looks like it’s up to you to comfort her and figure out a way to remove it.

⚡︎ Vee is a tough machine and usually acts unfazed in any situation, but you can tell she’s genuinely scared this time. As she sits with you, you take her hands in yours and calmly reassure her that everything will be okay and that you can fix the issue. While she appreciates your support, she still urges you to hurry, eager to rid herself of the virus as quickly as possible.

⚡︎ As you inspect her, Vee occasionally twitches erratically due to the virus’s effects, causing slight disruptions. She groans in frustration after each episode, but you brush it off, making lighthearted jokes to ease her nerves. Your humor seems to help, even earning a small chuckle from her.

⚡︎ Truth be told, you’re not entirely sure how to handle this. Nothing like this has ever happened before, and you’re not exactly tech-savvy. After examining her as thoroughly as you can, you admit to Vee that you don’t know how to fix it—but you’ll stay by her side. She asks you to remain with her as she tirelessly works to patch the virus herself.

⚡︎ During this time, you gently hold her hand and make small talk to help keep her calm. She doesn’t say much, too focused on fixing her coding, but the occasional small smile on her face lets you know you’re helping. That reassurance is enough to make you smile too, despite your concerns about her situation.

⚡︎ Eventually, a loud beeping sound comes from Vee, and with a click, the virus is instantly wiped from her system. Both of you sigh in relief, grateful she was able to remove it successfully. You rest your head on her shoulder and ask if she’s okay. After reassuring you that everything should be fine now, she thanks you for staying by her side and admits that she actually enjoyed your little jokes. Turns out, your typical day wasn’t so typical after all.

⚡︎ Much to her displeasure, you insist that she rest for the remainder of the day to ensure the virus doesn’t return. Vee isn’t one to take orders, but since it’s you—and you helped her so much today—she begrudgingly agrees. Her idea of resting involves spending time with you, and that’s not something you’re going to complain about. At least this way, you can keep an eye on her.

[pukefactory]

reader where they find out vee is able to eat tapes since she cant eat organic food perhap?

⊹⊱•••《 COMPUTER FEED 》•••⊰⊹

⍟ Summary: A compilation of headcanons featuring the reader discovering Vee’s strange dietary choices

⍟ Character(s): Vee Version 1 (Dandy’s World)

⍟ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

⍟ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

⍟ Image Credits: Qwelver

☇ You don’t notice it at first—Vee keeps her habits to herself, and you never paid much attention to the way she handles tapes. That is, until you walk in on her casually biting into one like it’s a granola bar. She doesn’t even react to your staring, only raising a brow. “What? Never seen someone eat before?” she says, as the tape phases through her screen like a hologram, accompanied by the distinct sound of digital chewing.

☇ She doesn’t make a big deal out of it, of course—it’s completely normal to her. When you ask how long she’s been eating tapes, she shrugs. “Since always. Kinda have to, y’know. Unless you’ve got a better idea.” She tilts her head, her screen flickering slightly. “Didn’t think so.” She dismisses any further questions, clearly finding your curiosity more irritating than endearing.

☇ Vee is picky about the tapes she eats. They have to be completely clean, with no labels or smudges. The film inside must remain untouched, just like the outer casing. If they don’t meet her standards, she scoffs, flicking through a pile of them and tossing the bad ones over her shoulder without a second thought, all while you watch in confusion. She has opinions on the taste. “Pre-recorded ones are fine, but live audio’s way better,” she admits, taking another bite. “You ever try eating something that’s been sitting on a shelf for decades? Yeah. Exactly. Stale.” Of course, Vee would be particular about her food—she’s fussy about everything else. But in this case, it seems excessive. Does she care? Absolutely not.

☇ You catch her mid-snack one day, and she actually hesitates for a fraction of a second. Just a brief pause—barely noticeable—but you see her screen flicker before she recovers. “Gonna stand there gawking, or you got something to say?” She crunches down on the tape with a smirk, waiting for your response. Whatever you say doesn’t really faze her, though—she enjoys how confused it makes you and keeps you in limbo about the whole thing. It’s entertaining.

☇ She doesn’t like when people make a big deal about it. The moment someone reacts too strongly, she gets irritated. Ask too many questions, and she flips them back on you. “Why do I eat tapes? Why do you eat whatever it is you eat?” There’s an edge to her voice, like she finds the questioning mildly offensive. Maybe it’s best not to press too hard unless you want to be met with her passive-aggressive responses.

☇ She never announces it, but if you pay attention, you can tell when she’s hungry. She gets a little snippier, her replies shorter and more clipped. If she’s really hungry, her screen flickers more often. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll deal with it,” she mutters, already reaching for her crunchy tape snacks to settle her mood. If she gets too snappy, it’s usually a good idea to track down her favorite kind of tape to calm her down. And if you listen closely, there’s a faint buzzing noise emanating from somewhere in her body—almost like a stomach growling, demanding more tapes.

☇ She never says it out loud, but she appreciates that you don’t make it weird (once you get over the initial shock, anyway). When you stop acting surprised and simply hand her a tape without a word, she gives you a look—just for a second—before smirking. “Thanks.” Then she chomps down on her plastic treat like it’s the most natural thing in the world. If you manage to find spare tapes in good condition, she accepts them without hesitation, offering a rare smile before stashing them away in her room—saving them for later, when she can enjoy them in private.