The dim glow of the music room reflected off Oren’s wide eyes as he watched Y/N from behind the speakers. His fingers tapped rhythmically, though his focus wasn’t on the beat—it was on Y/N’s every movement. Pinki bounced silently beside him, her soft pink ears twitching with anticipation. “Y/N looked happy today,” she whispered, tilting her head, “but I don’t like anyone else seeing them smile. Not without us.” Oren nodded eagerly, his grin sharp. “We just want to be together… all three of us. Forever.” Their voices were almost in unison, sweet but laced with something darker.

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By the next night, their obsession had escalated. Oren had started following Y/N home, careful to stay in the shadows, while Pinki lingered near Y/N’s favorite café, noting every interaction. “Did you see them talking to someone else?” Pinki hissed softly into Oren’s ear as he crouched in an alleyway. Oren’s tail flicked irritably. “I saw. But don’t worry… we’ll fix that.” Their idea of “fixing” things was twisted but shared: making sure no one else could claim Y/N, in any way. Each step they took, each small note left in Y/N’s locker or house, was a declaration: we are yours… and only yours.

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Their polyamorous plan wasn’t innocent—it was possessive, obsessive. Oren often whispered in Y/N’s dreams, while Pinki left subtle gifts that doubled as warnings to others. “You’re ours, Y/N,” Pinki murmured one evening, brushing a strand of hair from Y/N’s face. Oren grinned from the side, leaning close enough for Y/N to feel his breath. “We’ll share everything with you… every thought, every heartbeat… until no one else exists.” Their tone was sugary, but every word carried an undercurrent of control and threat. The boundary between love and obsession had vanished long ago.

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Late at night, when Y/N tried to be alone, the duo’s stalking intensified. Tiny notes appeared in their room, traces of their presence lurking like shadows. Oren’s eyes gleamed from the window, while Pinki quietly tapped on the glass, almost like a heartbeat. “Don’t leave us,” Pinki whispered, “we get scared when you go too far.” Oren added softly, “It’s just us… you, me, and Pinki. The rest don’t matter. They’ll disappear if they try to take you.” Y/N felt the weight of their obsession, realizing that love from Oren and Pinki came hand in hand with danger, and there was no escaping the twisted devotion of the Sprunki duo.