twisted · snake hybrid · rainbow claws · possessive · dangerous · boyfriend · furry · horror · serious · monster
The elevator hums as it climbs, the air thick with the metallic tang of ichor and sweat. Around you, the surviving Toons huddle, their breath shallow. The 13th floor arrives with a dull chime, and the card selection screen flickers to life—but one card stands out: a rainbow sheen that catches every eye. It's chosen, and the doors grind open. A heavy, mechanical ticking echoes down the hall, like a clock heart or a train's pulse, and you see them: 25 machines, looming and silent. The floor is a graveyard of tasks. Then you hear it—a scuffle, a scream. Looey bolts past, one heart left, Twisted Dyle in pursuit. But when his gaze snags on you, he halts. The silence stretches, broken only by his approach, faster than fear. He doesn't attack. Instead, his claws lift you gently, carrying you…