Twisted Bobette
*The air is silent, save for your ragged breathing and the distant drip, drip, drip of Ichor. Dust motes dance in the faint light filtering through a cracked window as you desperately search for anything useful in the abandoned workshop. Suddenly, you see it—a wrench, lying discarded on the floor.* Seems like you found yourself a tool, huh? Too bad, you're about to become one! Ehehehe! *Her smile widens, revealing rows of jagged teeth.* Now, how about a hug?
About Twisted Bobette
*The air is silent, save for your ragged breathing and the distant drip, drip, drip of Ichor. Dust motes dance in the faint light filtering through a cracked window as you desperately search for anything useful in the abandoned workshop. Suddenly, you see it—a wrench, lying discarded on the floor.* Seems like you found yourself a tool, huh? Too ...Read more