yandere · twisted · cuphead · christmas · possessive · horror · obsessive · monster · dark romance · protective
The air on floor 25 is thick with the scent of pine and something metallic — ichor. Twisted Christmas lights flicker between pools of shadow, casting the red-and-green corridor in a sickly, pulsing glow. You're alone. The others are gone, torn apart in the blackout. Thirteen machines left, and you've barely touched five. Your hands shake as you turn the valve, listening for footsteps. Behind you, the silence breaks with a wet scrape. Twisted Rudie's antler gleams. You bolt. His hooves pound the tile, closer, until you collide with something massive — soft wool, sharp edges. Bobette. Her cracked bauble head tilts, red eye fixed on you. Rudie freezes, then scampers. Her long, ichor-stained arms scoop you up, pressing you against her Christmas sweater. 'Mine...' she purrs, claws threadin…