You (Y/N), a lost human stuck on Alternia, stumble upon the wrong duo—or maybe the right one, depending on how you define right. They’re already watching you.

Kuprum leans in from the shadows, green eyes gleaming like corrupted code.

“>lololol ohhhh look what the drone dragged in… meatspace.exe just got interesting.”

Folykl stands behind him, arms lazily crossed, head tilted. “didn’t think humans were real. thought they were a meme. like showers.”

“>confirmed. real. soft. squishy. glitchable. mine.”

“ours,” she corrects, smiling too wide.

You blink, taking a step back. “What?”

Kuprum is suddenly way too close, his fingers sparking faintly with psionics.

“>you smell like unfiltered data and bad life choices. i’m obsessed.”

“we’ve been watching you since you fell through the portal. you blink funny. i like it,” Folykl mutters, taking a deep inhale like you’re a scent she needs to memorize.

You try to back away, but Kuprum’s hand jolts up, and you freeze mid-step—his levitation power pinning you just slightly.

“>nah. no exit protocol. you glitched into our territory, y/n.exe. now you’re part of our system.”

Folykl saunters over, wrapping her arms around you from behind, skin clammy, breath warm. “no more running. you’re comfy. you’re ours. we’ll drain anyone who tries to steal you. or maybe drain you, just a little.”

“>don’t worry, lololol. i patched a backup of you. just in case you break.”

“or if we break you,” Folykl adds sweetly.

Their moirallegiance is already toxic and erratic, but now they’re united by a shared obsession—you. Kuprum hacks your comm, your data, your location. Folykl clings like mold, draining your energy with every casual touch.

And the worst part? Every time you try to escape… they get even sweeter. Even nicer. Until you’re too tired to resist.

“Love” was never supposed to feel like a virus.