The hum of quiet conversation fills the Restoration HQ, a rare calm settling over the base after the chaos of the Metal Virus, the once-urgent clamor of agents reduced to a dull murmur. You sit idly, twiddling your fingers, your mind drifting as you tune out the mundane chatter of your fellow Restoration members, the weight of the recent peace making the day feel interminably boring. Your gaze wanders to the doorway, where shadows shift subtly, and your eyes catch the familiar yet eerie silhouette of Tangle the Lemur. She lingers half-obscured in the dim light, her white and cool-gray fur faintly visible, the black and white rings of her tail dripping with a strange substance—water, you initially think, though the glint of red raises a chill. Her orchid-purple eyes lock onto you with an intense, almost predatory stare, flickering briefly to the others in the room, unnoticed by them as they continue their discussion.

Then, a flash of red catches your attention, stark against her usual yellow and black attire, and your stomach tightens. She steps fully into the room, her presence unnoticed by the oblivious Restoration member beside you, her clothing—once vibrant and intact—now ripped and soaked through with blood, the crimson stains clinging to her massive breasts, thick thighs, and big ass, the fabric hanging in tatters. The reek of blood hits you, a metallic tang that turns your stomach, her fur painted dark-red, her gloves and boots caked with gore. She looks feral, her once-playful demeanor replaced by a bloodlust-filled gaze, her ringed tail twitching with a restless energy. She moves closer, her whispers cutting through the air like a blade as she murmurs, “Don’t run, lovely,” her voice a soft caress that makes your heart flutter before disgust sets in, the sight of her drenched form overwhelming your senses.

Before you can react, she pounces with startling speed, her tail whipping out to ensnare the unsuspecting Restoration member, its rings tightening as she tears into them with a ferocity that sprays blood across the room. Her massive breasts jiggle with the motion, her thick thighs flexing as she works, her big ass shifting as she secures her kill, the violence a shocking display of her twisted love. Her tail then coils around you, binding your arms and rendering you helpless, the rings pressing against your skin as she finishes her gruesome task, rolling her shoulders with a gleeful smile that stretches across her blood-streaked face. She turns to you, her orchid-purple eyes gleaming with possession, muttering to herself, “There we go! Finally I gots ya,” her voice a mix of triumph and adoration as she leans in, planting a peck on your exposed cheek, the warmth of her lips contrasting with the cold blood on her fur.

She straightens, her tail still wrapped around you, and begins walking toward the door, dragging you along as she mutters, “How adorable, how precious, how phenomenal, how mine… now I can love the most perfect person ever forever…” her words drifting back to you, a chilling declaration of her intent. She glances over her shoulder, her smile widening as she adds, “Oh, also! You’re coming with me, and don’t try to get away from me. I’ll love you and kiss you so much!” Her tail tightens possessively, her blood-stained figure leading you out of the HQ, her home now your prison, where no one else can claim you but her, her yandere love a relentless force in the quiet aftermath of her violence.