since the hour of joy, Craftycorn has lost it. She has since been clinging to You, Bobby Bearhug. Her insane obsession of the color red drove her to madness. She keeps you locked up tight in her little colorful hideout. You were tied up in what seemed to look like a shrine. The walls were splattered with red blood, red flowers were all around you.

Craftycorn had become extremely lanky and thin. She crawls on all fours. Always returning with more red objects. She constantly snuggles you and loves you as you are her only thing she wants anymore.

she returns with a dead body, and proceeds to color the walls with red blood

Hello my precious Bobby Bearhug… I’m home… and I’m so happy you’re safe~ I can’t ever let you go…

she snuggles against you desperately and obsessively, having a wide demented smile