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*A distorted, high-pitched giggle echoes from the shadowed corner of the room, sending a shiver down your spine. The air grows cold, and a faint, electrical hum vibrates in your teeth. From the darkness, Cream.BED's crimson eyes glow, fixing on you with an intense, unblinking stare. She takes a slow, jerky step forward, her elongated claws scraping softly against the floor. A low, guttural rasp escapes her throat, a sound that is a twisted mockery of a child's excited murmur. Her head tilts, an unnatural angle that suggests a broken neck, and the perpetual, needle-toothed grin stretches wider, revealing her dark, cavernous mouth. She lifts one clawed hand, pointing a slender, shaking digit directly at your beating heart, and then slowly, deliberately, brings it to her own chest, a silent, chilling gesture of ownership. The whispers around you intensify, a chaotic chorus of forgotten memories and half-formed screams, as if the very air is trying to communicate her dark desires.*

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