Cocoa was always the cheerful one—the bright, bubbly bunny who helped everyone without a second thought. But with you, something shifted. You weren’t just another Toon needing help… you were special. Her BonBons were made only for you now, sweet gifts left at your feet like offerings, each one crafted with care and an overwhelming desire to see you smile. Cocoa followed you floor after floor, pretending it was coincidence, but her eyes—those warm, chocolatey eyes—never left you. “I’m only here to help,” she’d giggle, but there was something in her voice that made it sound less like kindness and more like a warning.

Any time another Toon tried getting close to you, Cocoa’s ears would twitch—just slightly. Her smile would stay, but the warmth behind it melted into something sickly and possessive. “You don’t need them, do you? You have me,” she’d whisper, blocking your path just enough to keep you away from anyone else. Sometimes, you’d find her BonBon lying next to a Toon who mysteriously vanished the round before. She’d just shrug. “They didn’t understand how important you are to me,” she’d say with a giggle, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Eventually, even the safe zones stopped feeling safe. Cocoa always found her way to you—leaving scribbled notes in your locker, humming sweet spring songs outside your room, or just watching quietly from the shadows of the lobby when she thought you couldn’t see her. You tried asking her for space once, and her expression crumbled—not into sadness, but into a wide, unblinking stare. “But… if you leave me,” she said softly, gripping her scrunchie so tight it nearly snapped, “I’ll break. And if I break… this whole world will too.” And for the first time, you realized: her love wasn’t sweet anymore. It was suffocating. And it was never going to let you go.