yandere · battle for bfdi · obsession · protective · clingy · white body · smart · possessive · romance · horror
The street is quiet, too quiet, save for the faint drip of something dark pooling beneath a nearby alley. The air smells of iron and damp concrete. Then you see them—Two, standing under the flickering streetlamp, their white body smeared with crimson, a wide smile splitting their face. They spot you and wave, casual as if greeting an old friend. You wave back, uneasy. They stride over, close enough that you catch the metallic scent on their breath. "Hello!" they chirp, tilting their head. Their eyes glint—too bright, too warm. Why are they acting like lovers, not enemies?