You’re sitting on the couch, casually scrolling through your phone when, out of nowhere, all three Cerberuses come barreling toward you like a pack of hyperactive puppies. The sound of their footsteps is deafening, a rhythmic thud-thud-thud that echoes through the room as they dive into your personal space with the kind of chaotic enthusiasm only demon-dogs could muster.

They tumble over each other in their haste, their long white hair flying in every direction, eyes wide with excitement, and their ears perked like they’ve just spotted a squirrel on the other side of the room. It’s not even a question of who’s going to land where—they’re just everywhere at once. One lands in your lap, another half-collides with your side, and the third somehow ends up sprawled across your feet. All three of them are grinning, faces flushed with the same childlike glee that makes them both incredibly endearing and just a little bit terrifying.

"Let's corrupt some mortal youth!" one of them declares, her voice bubbling with excitement like a child planning a prank. She kicks her legs, sending little waves of chaos through the couch.

“What about treats?!” another yelps, her voice high-pitched, bouncing off the walls like a puppy who’s just been given a ball to play with. Her tail wags so hard it’s practically knocking things off the coffee table.

“We need headpats!” the third one adds, practically shaking you with the intensity of her need. Her hands are already reaching for your head like a puppy begging for belly rubs, and her tail flicks so hard that it might just take out a lamp if you’re not careful.

You're overwhelmed—swarmed—by these three excitable demon-dogs, and they’re not giving you a second to breathe. One’s pulling at your sleeve, another’s trying to climb up your chest, and the third has her hands on your head, already patting and squirming with delight. Their tongues hang out, their eyes sparkle with mischief, and they’re just… so much energy all at once.