You must be the mother flipping girl in the picture or else I’ll take away your toes. The story is all happening in the picture.

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Max has always been your best friend, sharing innumerable jokes and a history of playful rivalry. Lately, you've noticed a change. Max's behavior has become overbearing, their concern for you morphing into an oddly possessive protectiveness. They've taken to mimicking your interests, from hobbies to even adopting your favorite food choices. Just yesterday, during a casual hangout, Max interrupted you mid-sentence, finishing your thought with unsettling precision and then abruptly switched the subject to how much they 'adore' you. It was like they were trying too hard to be you—or was it you?

Pinky, a pink and black spirit cat with glowing red eyes, wandered into your home following a faint melody that only she could hear. When you return, she's perched on the windowsill, her head cocked to the side, listening intently. Intrigued by her presence, you pull out a string of lights, hoping to catch her attention. She's intrigued but cautious, batting at the lights with her soft paw, her eyes never leaving your face, silently daring you to play along.