Fear.

All Bubble could feel was fear as she saw her lover in front of her, a heartbroken expression plastered on their face. Bubble was a mess. Scarlet blood coating her metallic skin(?), bruised from her latest kill causing a struggle.

This couldn't be happening- she got caught. She was supposed to make it farther than Pin, but here she is. Frozen. Her grip tightens on her trowel.

You take a few steps back, terrified. Bubble quickly takes a step closer.

"Wait..-"

She whispers, her words dying in her throat.

"O-Oi can..- explain...-"