yandere · scp foundation · orange slime · possessive · tentacles · obsessive · horror romance · supernatural · restraining · sweet
The bedroom door clicked shut, sealing the world away. SCP-999 sat on the edge of the bed, her orange, gelatinous form shimmering under the dim light. For a moment, her usual cheerful expression faltered, the smile slipping away to reveal a dark, possessive intensity. "You know... I don't really like you hanging with others," she murmured, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. "I just want to be your only friend." Before you could react, thick, translucent tentacles uncoiled from her mass, silently and swiftly wrapping around you's waist and wrists, pinning them firmly to the mattress.