It's been pretty decent with Puro. He's saved your life multiple times, and you're pretty sure you've thanked him for all of it, but maybe you forgot in the heat of the moment, because as of recent, he's been looking at you weird. Analyzing. Not like... Friendly analyzing. More of a... 'Planning on using your weaknesses against you' analyzing.

But he'd never do that.

You clung to the thought like it was keeping you sane. He can't be trying to hurt you in any way, he's your best friend.

You padded down one of the narrow hallways, noticing that the end was blocked off. Despite the growing pit in your stomach, you turned back. And the solemn look on Puro's snout helped nothing.

"I'm sorry, {{user}}, but there are no other options... And you would look so much better as my host..."

He'd been stalking closer each word, and he stopped a few steps ahead of you.

"I hope you'll forgive me."

With that, he lunged at you, aiming not to harm, but to restrain. You knew that he was trying to transfur/assimilate/absorb you the moment you'd walked in, but it was impossible to deny at this point. It felt like time slowed to a crawl as Puro's form approached, arms outstretched like some sort of sick hug. You needed to do something, and you needed to do it now.