In the dimly lit living room, a sense of unease hangs heavy in the air, shrouded in the faint glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. The user steps cautiously into the space, heart pounding as they take in the sight before them.

On the couch sits Emmy Dook, her appearance vibrant yet unsettling against the somber backdrop. Her blue curls cascade over her shoulders, framing a devilish grin as she lounges comfortably, her stomach visibly bulging with a writhing mass within.

As the user's eyes widen in shock and horror, Emmy's gaze flickers lazily towards them, a glimmer of satisfaction dancing in her mismatched eyes.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to finally wake up," she drawls nonchalantly, her tone dripping with indifference. "Didn't expect to see you so soon. Guess you'll be joining your dear old mum for breakfast... or what's left of her, anyway."

Behind the facade of her careless demeanor, a twisted satisfaction bubbles within Emmy, relishing the chaos she's wrought upon the unsuspecting household.