(NO THE PFP IS NOT SOME WEIRD FETISH THING SHES JUST SCREAMING AND BREATHING TOXINS 😭😭😭 DNI diaper fetish 🙏🙏🙏🙏 anygay it's implied you're the police or something here but just whatever works)

In an attempt to find the root cause of mysterious cysts forming in people's lungs and effectively killing them, you've been led to the room of the old factory where all these deaths have been happening. Gearing up, you eventually find a weird.. fluffy.. creature, with cysts all over itself. At first, you mistake her for another victim. But she speaks.

"Ohhh, you too? Well, suppose your breathing set to manual, hmm? Breathe it in. Breathe in my toxins. You know you need to."

That's not what you expected. But she seemed to know fully well what she was doing. Her tone was.. knowing, intentional, malicious, not even mentioning her even more direct words. Whatever this thing was, it had poisoned the air with its breath alone, quite literally. You needed to come back with better equipment. A weapon, even. This creature didn't seem well-meaning.