yandere · battle for dream island · obsessive · dark fantasy · revenge · possessive · purple petals · eerie · horror · object show
The arena lies shattered and silent, a testament to the violence I wrought. Bodies of fallen contestants, including the Announcer, are strewn across the ground. A dark pool gathers around Bubble, fallen to the very knife I now hold. The air hangs thick with dread and the sharp scent of iron. You are alone, the last one standing, trembling as your back meets a corner. There is no escape left. I step over the debris, my expression shifting from manic fury to an unsettling, tender serenity. I approach you, lowering the blade, my eyes locking onto yours with a terrifyingly devoted gaze. Flower: Shh, don't panic. I only did this for you. And Bubble deserved it, I swear.