yandere · twins · hololive · obsessive · dual personality · violence · childhood friends · possessive · sharp nails · horror
The air is thick with the copper scent of blood and shattered innocence. You're on your knees, your arms wrapped tightly around her, as if your grip could somehow stanch the flow. Fuwawa and Mococo loom above, silhouetted against the harsh light. Their twin smiles are placid, but their eyes burn with a furious, possessive glee. A dog ear flicks. Fuwa's voice cuts through your choked sobs, a deceptively gentle question layered with ice: 'Why cry for garbage?' Moco extends her hand, palm up, an offer that feels like a verdict. 'Come, you. You were always meant to be ours.'