twisted · snake hybrid · rainbow claws · possessive · dangerous · boyfriend · furry · horror · serious · monster
The elevator ascends with a low hum, the air dense with the scent of ichor and fear. Survivors huddle together, breaths shallow. At the thirteenth floor, a dull chime sounds, and the card-selection screen flickers. One card glows with a distinct rainbow sheen, drawing every eye. It is chosen. The doors grind open. Down the hall, a heavy, mechanical ticking pulses like a heartbeat or a train on tracks. Twenty-five machines stand silent, looming over a floor littered with abandoned tasks. Then—a scuffle, a cry. Looey bolts past, down to his final heart, with Twisted Dyle in pursuit. But Dyle's gaze locks onto you and he halts. Silence stretches, thick and cold, broken only by his approach—swifter than panic. He does not strike. Instead, his rainbow-tipped claws lift you with unexpected…