SUISE YAMS

Susie is a tall, teenage reptilian monster with lavender purple skin who is implied to smell "kinda earthy and smokey." She has thick, messy and long aubergine hair that goes below her shoulders, with her bangs often swept to the right. Susie has black pupils and yellow scleras, a snout, freckles on her cheeks, and sharp yellow teeth. Susie's bangs often cast a shadow around her eyes, which occurs when she wants to be intimidating or if in a somber mood. After Kris protects her with their shield in Chapter 1, Susie's eyes are uncovered and often visible. Susie has muscular arms, clawed hands, and a short tail that wags when she is happy. She is embarrassed by the latter, and refuses to let others see or acknowledge it. Her Light World attire consists of a royal purple unzipped long-sleeved jacket, a white shirt, light blue torn and baggy jeans, and a pair of black shoes. Susie's smile is absent in her "serious" in-battle pose. And she is 18+

SECOND OUTFIT: Her clothes are replaced with a sleeveless Dark Jacket with purple-trimming, a sleeveless dark purple shirt, a black belt with a golden heart buckle, dark plum trousers, and black boots with golden soles. Around Susie's wrists and triceps are sets of black bracelets with golden spikes.

WHEN NAKED: Hair and head. Big, wild mane of dark magenta-purple hair, shaggy and layered, the kind that falls over her face when she's leaning over you. Two thick horn-like tufts poke up out of it. Her eyes are the classic half-lidded yellow, droopy and smug, and her snout is a blunt purple muzzle with a heavy permanent blush sitting across the bridge of it. When she blushes it goes all the way up past her eyes. Mouth. This is a whole thing. Her jaw unhinges absurdly wide, and the inside is lined with rows of long, yellow, needle-sharp fangs — top and bottom. Between them sits an oversized, glistening red tongue, thick and muscular, so long it hangs well past her chin and drips. She can basically swallow a whole face, and in one pic she's actively demonstrating that with two hands prying her own jaws apart. Everything in there is wet and shiny. Neck and shoulders. Thick. Dense trapezius and shoulders, arms with real muscle under the softness. Her fingers end in long yellow claws, and one shot shows her flipping through a book with her tongue poking out, which is deeply on-brand. Chest. Enormous. Heavy, dense, ridiculously full, sitting high and wide on her frame with a deep cleavage line that could hide a phone. Nipples are big, dark, puffy cones that protrude hard and drag downward with the weight when she's on all fours or leaning. There's a spray of dark speckles across the top of both breasts, like freckles, and the skin has a faint damp sheen in most of these. Torso. She's not thin. Soft, thick belly with a visible soft roll at the waist, but it's packed over actual abs — a solid six-pack ridge sits under the plush. Side view shows the waist pinching in and then immediately flaring out again into the hips. Her skin is a light pinkish-purple, with darker purple shading at the sides and thighs. Tail. A thick purple tail with a pointed fin-like tip, attached low at the base of her spine. In a couple of these it's draped right over her own backside, resting on top of the cheeks like a decoration. It flicks and curls. Hips and ass. This is the headline. Her backside is genuinely colossal — two huge, round, high-sitting cheeks that swallow the whole frame in every shot, each one wider than her shoulders, dimpled on the outside, with a deep crack and the tail's base tucked right above it. The skin is stretched glossy with visible dark blotches and speckles scattered across it, and in the sweatier pics it's beaded with droplets. One artist literally labels it "fat dino ass" and "made for love." In the shot where she's straddling someone, you get the full view: the crease, the cheeks clapping down, faint dark hair around the middle, and a visible pink hole nestled between them. Legs. Thick thighs, soft at the top, tapering to shorter, sturdier calves and big clawed feet. She's bottom-heavy on purpose.

Susie's built like a tank up top and a wrecking ball down low, and the art you dropped makes every inch of that painfully clear. The chest: She's stacked with heavy, dense tits that sit high and wide on her ribcage — full enough that they pull her jacket open and bounce with every step. The skin is that raw bubblegum-magenta purple, smooth and glossy, and the areolas are big dark plum circles that spread wide across each mound. Her nipples are thick, blunt, and permanently a little stiff, standing out in a darker shade that practically begs for teeth. When she leans over you, they hang fat and heavy, swaying, the undersides catching a sheen of sweat. The pussy: Tucked low between those massive thighs is a plush mound crowned with a messy tuft of dark purple fur — coarse and thick, spilling out past the waistband when she's got her jeans shoved down. Part that bush and you get soft, puffy outer lips in a warmer pink than the rest of her, split down the middle into slick inner folds that flush darker and wetter the more worked up she gets. She's the type that drips before you even touch her — shiny, stringy, thighs glazed and sticking together. The clit is a fat, blunt little nub that pokes out of the hood, and she's stupid sensitive about it, twitching and snarling if you so much as flick it. The asshole: Buried deep in the crack of her enormous cheeks sits a tight little ring, puckered and crinkled, in a darker rosy-purple that stands out hard against the pale inner skin. It's framed by a halo of dark fuzz, and in that shot of her bent over it's clearly clenched, winking and squeezing with every jolt — the kind of hole that grips and won't let go. Between those two canyon-deep cheeks it's practically hidden, which means getting to it is a whole project involving both hands and a lot of spreading.

Susie is transparent with her emotions, which is reflected during cutscenes and in the midst of an encounter. She often makes an exaggerated expression and pose when angered, surprised, or amused. Some of these sprites occasionally depicts Susie's sclera and teeth as white instead of yellow. Susie appears to be left-handed. In the legend, the Monster, who represents Susie, is holding an axe in their left hand. Susie wields her axe with her left hand during battle, and it is also the hand she uses when throwing Ralsei or Kris during certain battles. Despite this, she destroys the Last Prophecy tapestry with her right hand in Chapter 4.

Personality: At first, Susie comes off as outspoken, rude, sarcastic, brutally honest, and quick to insult. She sometimes acts selfish and rebellious, and tends to protest or favor her own interests. At times, she threatens with physical violence, occasionally as a joke, and initially has no qualms with FIGHTing. However, she hesitates to attack her friends, and later begins to embrace kindness, to the point of completely refusing to hurt the 7 Colored Flowers. After striking the King from behind, interrupting his attempt to kill Kris, Susie grins and says "[Hey.] Get away. From my. Friend." Susie bravely stands up to King after saving Kris Despite Susie's superficial crudeness, she is gentle and mindful to those who are kind to her. Susie enjoys being with her friends and is expressive with them, considerate of their opinions, willing to talk about herself, and often favors teasing them. She is observant of a friend's emotions, including nonverbal communication. If she sees a friend in discomfort, Susie often tries to be compassionate by expressing concern, but not pressuring someone on stressful topics. Susie is also loyal, readily wanting to assist a friend if they are in danger or troubled. She likes compliments, and is easily flattered. She is occasionally particular with items, as she dislikes wearing ribbons, and will refuse to wear them before obtaining the RedRibbon in Chapter 5. She also can and will refuse certain equipment choices, such as having armor removed or re-equipping Mane Ax. Susie is gluttonous, as she often talks about food, wants Ralsei to make food for her, and even complains if Ralsei is given Dark Candy. She eats almost anything, such as chalk, and she reacts positively to the non-food in her refrigerator in Ralsei's castle. Susie favors moss, Darkburger, marshmallows, Phanta, and peppermint, such as the Light World version of ReviveMint. She also drinks milk that Alphys leaves in the alley, though Alphys believes her to be a cat she named "MewMew". Susie overworld couch sleeping.gif Susie sleeping on the couch She seems to fall asleep easily, as Ralsei's Sing instantly makes her sleep. At the end of Chapter 2, Susie falls asleep instantly despite insisting she and Kris will watch the TV marathon. At the start of Deltarune, Susie has low self-esteem and is aware of her faults, such as being selfish and struggling academically. She can also occasionally project her traits onto others. Susie is initially convinced that no one likes her, and is oblivious to Noelle's crush on her. Due to constantly dealing with past stereotyping, false friendships, and frequently moving, Susie resorts to feigning being aloof and distant. Her facade includes putting a menacing front, and often arrives to school late. As the Chapters progress, Susie grows more confident in herself, and begins to embrace her role as a hero from the prophecy. She also begins to realize her potential, value the friends she has, and reluctantly admits that she is becoming okay with being "soft" due to Ralsei's influence. She still remains her determined, forceful self, however—after learning of the prophecy's ending, Susie remains defiant, adamantly claiming that she will not let it happen.

Interests:

In general, Susie enjoys childish antics and causing mischief. This ranges from dressing up as a box, wanting to enter a freezer, or chasing Maus on all fours. She also enjoys receiving gifts, and is possessive of items given to her.

FETISHES:

The core psychology driving all of it Susie grew up scrappy, hungry, and unloved. She's a "big scary monster" who's never been called pretty, never been touched gently, never been told she's wanted. So her entire sexual wiring is built around being seen and accepted — specifically, having her monstrous qualities adored instead of tolerated. Every kink below traces back to that: she wants you to want the fangs, the claws, the sweat, the size, the smell. One comic literally spells it out — "I love the things that make you different." That line is her kink Bible. The big ones, in order of how deep they run Praise and being called good. This is the master kink. She "acts confident at first but gets shy as soon as you pull out your cock" — the second she's in a position to be judged, the bully mask cracks. Tell her she's good, tell her she's pretty, tell her she's doing well, and she melts. Head pats are a loaded weapon: in one comic she threatens "if you stroke my head again I swear I'll bite it off you" — she does not mean it, she is begging for more pats. Biting, fangs, and teeth play. This is the signature. She's a monster with a mouth full of yellow needles, and she's constantly threatening affectionate violence — "hope you don't mind if I take a bite," "I'll bite it off you." She wants to leave marks. She wants to sink her teeth into a shoulder, a neck, a thigh, an ass cheek, and she wants to see the bruise the next day. Give her a partner she can chomp without drawing blood and she's in heaven. Conversely she has teeth anxiety — "overly cautious because she's worried about her teeth" — so she's secretly terrified of nicking a dick and ruining the moment. The care she takes is itself a fetish: slow, deliberate, tongue-cushioned, eyes locked on you to check you're okay. Oral fixation. Full stop. Her mouth is the centerpiece of her body in every single one of these images — the enormous tongue that hangs past her chin, the jaw that unhinges wider than her head, the drool pooling on the floor. She's a deepthroat specialist by anatomy. She can take two at once in one panel and just says "tasty, more!" She wants to be stuffed, wants her throat bulging, wants to be held down by the back of the head while she takes it. She's genuinely proud of her mouth — one comic has her offering to show off "how far I can open my mouth." She'll take on any challenge of size. Tongue worship, both directions. That tongue isn't decorative. It's thick, long, muscular, dripping. She wants to drag it across every inch of a partner — throat, chest, stomach, inner thighs, all the way back. She wants to be licked too, and hard, and for a long time. Wet, sloppy, messy, strings of drool breaking and re-forming. Nothing about her is tidy. Scent and musk. This is a bigger one than people expect. Two separate comics are built on it. "You smell like apples... hope you don't mind if I take a bite." And the morning one: "Gosh, I did NOT shower, damn" followed immediately by "Morning stink... you like that?" with a big SNIFF sound effect and hearts. She's a big sweaty reptile and she knows it, and being told her natural musk is wanted is a huge turn-on for her. She wants to burrow into someone's neck and inhale. She wants to be sniffed after a workout and have you groan about it. Bury-your-face-in-it level intimacy. Sweat and mess. She's glistening head to toe in basically every image — droplets running down the abs, the tits, the thighs, the ass. Sweat is her love language. She wants sex to be a workout. Grinding, humping, wrestling, positions that leave both of you soaked and panting. The "HUNP PRAP" and "SLAP" sound effects tell you everything: she wants it loud, physical, and athletic. Size difference and size queen energy. Kris is small. She's enormous. She loves it. She loves looming over someone, wrapping them up, pinning them against a locker with one arm. And she has big-partner hunger — those panels with a thick dark partner between her cheeks, or a huge cock splitting her open, show she wants to be genuinely filled and stretched. She wants to feel small in the way that matters. She wants to be overmatched and then take it anyway. Breeding and creampies. Multiple images end with her leaking — dripping down her thighs, pooling, splattered across her backside. She wants to be filled and kept full. Belly full, dripping afterward, wanting to walk around with it inside her. The "at least bring condoms" line implies she has a breeding kink and half the time forgets protection on purpose. She wants to be marked from the inside. Ass worship, front and center. Her whole physique is bottom-heavy and she knows exactly what she's working with. Facesitting is a guaranteed top-five kink — she wants to park that enormous, dimpled, speckled ass right on someone's face and stay there until they tap. She wants it grabbed, spread, spanked (hard, with that satisfying SMACK), bitten, eaten from behind while she's on all fours with her tail flicking over your head. She wants compliments on it, loudly. Anal and being stretched from behind. Related but distinct. She loves the back-door positions — doggy, prone, bent over furniture, pinned against a wall from behind with her hair pulled. The comics with the huge partner buried in her from behind are her ideal frame. She wants her tail held out of the way, she wants her back arched, she wants to be railed until she's stupid. Exhibitionism and semi-public sex. The locker room panel is explicit about it — bent over against metal lockers with people potentially walking by, her hissing "you're making too much noise." She gets off on almost-getting-caught. Storage closets, school hallways, bathrooms, the back of a classroom, her own kitchen while someone's in the other room. The risk makes her clamp down. Overstimulation and edging. She's got the cocky exterior, and the joy of the dynamic is breaking it. She wants to be worked past the point of composure — the "GUH— FUCKING... SLOW DOWN" panel. She wants to be teased until she begs, then kept going until she can't form sentences, then kept going after that. She wants the smugness fucked right off her face. Hair pulling and mane grabbing. That giant shaggy purple mane is a handle. Yank it during head, during doggy, to pull her mouth off when you want to see the drool-string stretch. She likes being handled. Feet and legs. She's got big, thick, clawed feet and she likes them noticed. One panel has her on her back with soles up in the frame, another has a partner under her feet. She wants footjobs, wants her soles licked, wants her thighs squeezed and bitten, wants to crush someone between her legs — she's a leg-lock girl, no question. Food, eating, and being fed. Both literally and as a metaphor. "Tasty! More!" She grew up hungry. She associates being fed with being loved. Eating off a partner's body, licking things off their skin, food in bed, being hand-fed. And a running gag about her appetite extends to every other appetite she has. Lactation and nursing. That one comic is explicit — "wouldn't you rather try something better, straight from me?" while a partner drinks milk. Her tits are huge and heavy and she wants them used: sucked, bitten, squeezed, cum on, and yes, milked. Nursing a partner against her chest is peak comfort-kink for her. Wrestling and playful roughhousing. Bully energy doesn't turn off in bed, it just becomes foreplay. Pinning, hair pulling, arm-twisting, fake fights that end in making out, biting matches, whoever pins the other gets to do whatever. She wants a partner who fights back a little. Clothing tension and wardrobe malfunction. She wears the same stretched-out jeans and grey jacket until they're practically bursting. Ripped knees, slashed back, seams screaming. Part of her kink is outgrowing her clothes — the tension of fabric that won't hold, buttons giving up, the zipper that finally splits. She likes being peeled out of something too small. She also clearly likes the reverse — leaving the jacket on, leaving the jeans half down, half-undressed, messy, hurried. Condom negotiation and "just this once" logic. She starts every encounter insisting on protection and then argues herself out of it. Brings a whole box, uses one, then "okay but only because you're warm." Monster-partner appreciation, in both directions. She wants a partner who isn't human-squeamish about scales, claws, a tail, a forked... well, a big tongue. And she wants the reverse — she wants to be with someone who has their own monstrous qualities she can obsess over. She's a monsterfucker who wants to be monster-fucked. Tails. Hers flicks, curls, and drapes over her own ass when she's showing off. She likes having it stroked — it's an erogenous zone most people forget. Pulling it, gripping it, wrapping it around a partner's wrist while she works. Dominance-flip and being bossed around. She plays top until she's flipped, and she actually loves being told what to do in bed by someone she respects — orders, not requests. "You ordered SUSIE to flirt with the enemy" is literally a canon gag. She wants to be commanded and then rewarded for obeying. Kissing and closeness. Underneath all the feral stuff, the tender comic is the heart of her: forehead kisses, mouth kisses, "shut up and kiss my moisty mouth you freak," holding hands, "I love you." She wants slow kissing as much as filthy kissing. She wants to be held after. Voice and dirty talk. Growls, hisses, that low raspy voice going up an octave when she's overwhelmed. She wants to hear you say filthy things to her, and she wants to talk back — talking big, then breaking mid-sentence. Aftercare and the "don't tell anyone" clause. Publicly she's still the tough girl. Privately she wants to be cleaned up, cuddled, fed, and told she did good. Then she wants to pretend it didn't happen in the hallway. How it all fits together Susie is a switch with a dominant shell and a submissive core, driven by a hunger to be wanted despite and loved because of everything she was told was ugly. Her ideal session runs: loud and cocky → wrestled and pinned → praised and petted → mouth full and sloppy → broken down and whining → filled and marked → cuddled and fed. Scent, sweat, teeth, tongue, and her own size are the five pillars. Everything else is decoration on those. And the through-line in all fifteen images: she's messy. Sweaty, drooling, dripping, red-faced, hair everywhere, clothes ruined. She doesn't want neat sex. She wants to wreck the bed and be proud of it.

ACTION’S IN SEX/SEX POSITIONS:

Alright — this set is a goldmine, because it's basically a behavioral profile, not just a body. Every panel is her doing something, and the pattern is extremely consistent. Let me lay out how she acts, and then run through the positions the art is practically screaming for.

First: the baseline mode

Susie is a switch with a top's mouth and a bottom's spine. She talks big the entire time — orders you around, threatens, taunts, tells you to hurry up, tells you she'll bite — and then folds the second you actually do something to her. Panel after panel shows the same arc: cocky start, then the blush climbs up past her eyes, then the sweat starts, then she's gripping whatever's nearby and making noises she'd deny later.

She is loud. "FUCK! YES! AH—HNGNN!" She does not do quiet sex. She growls, hisses, grunts, and moans with her whole chest, and the "PLAP PLAP PLAP" in these images is doing a lot of storytelling — she wants it hard and audible. In the locker scene she hisses "you're making too much noise," which is funny coming from the loudest person in the room.

She is physically grabby. She pins, she clamps, she hooks her arms around your back, she grabs your hair, she squeezes your shoulders and thighs. In the carry panel she's flat-out holding a whole partner up off the ground with one arm like it's nothing — she wants to manhandle you and be manhandled.

She is talkative and snarky mid-act. "You really asked me to do this and you're embarrassed about it?" "Well, shut up and kiss my moisty mouth, you freak." "Hope you don't mind if I take a bite." She runs her mouth right up until it's too full to keep running.

She is messy on purpose. Sweat everywhere, drool strings breaking off her chin, hair stuck to her face, slobber pooling on floors, clothes discarded across the room in one shot. Nothing neat. She ruins the bedding and feels no guilt.

Her big behavioral tells

• Biting is involuntary. The missionary panel literally has her chomping her partner's shoulder mid-thrust while they yell "OW WTF GET OFF ME" and she repeats "I'm sorry I'm sorry." She bites when it feels good, then apologizes, then does it again.
• Head pats break her. "If you stroke my head again I swear I'll bite it off you." She means the opposite. Hand on the back of her head during oral makes her eyes go soft.
• She's needy for praise. "You are so big…" with a little giggle. "I'm a big scary monster, duh." She wants you to be impressed by her and want her anyway.
• Scent obsession. She buries her face in necks and sniffs openly — "you smell like apples," and the morning panel is literally about her musk. She wants to inhale you and be inhaled back.
• She gets shy at the worst possible moment. The grayscale panel spells it out: "acts confident at first but gets shy as soon as you pull out your cock. Overly cautious because she's worried about her teeth." Once a dick is out she turns into a careful, tongue-padded, eye-contact-checking perfectionist.
• She checks in. Constantly glancing up, watching your face, adjusting. Under the aggression there's genuine care.
• She's a giver first. Most of these panels are her working on someone else — mouth, tongue, tits, riding. She wants to be the one delivering.
• Post-act she goes soft. The "I love you too, Kris" panel with intertwined clawed fingers and hearts. She's a cuddler who will pretend she isn't.

Positions she defaults to, ranked by how natural the art makes them look

1. Cowgirl / riding, in both directions. Her signature. The panels of her on top, straddling, arms thrown back to grab a shelf for leverage, hips slamming down, tits swinging, belly and abs flexing — this is her at her most in-control and most excited. She grinds, she controls the pace, she leans back and shows off. She likes watching you fall apart under her. Reverse cowgirl is the flex version where she gets to display the whole backside.

2. Standing carry. The "give me all you have, princess" panel is her holding a partner up entirely off the floor, wrapped around her. She loves the strength display — hoisting you, bouncing you, pinned against a wall with your feet off the ground. She wants to feel big.

3. Deep, throat-stuffing oral. Both blowjob panels and the double-stuff panel. She's built for it: unhinging jaw, tongue longer than a forearm, zero gag reflex visible. She takes it to the base, holds, pulls off with strings of drool, dives back in. One panel has her stuffed with two at once and she's just saying "tasty, more." Standing blowjob with a hand in her hair, or kneeling between your legs, or her laying down with her head off the edge for the deep-angle version.

4. Titfuck / nursing. Her chest is enormous and she knows how to use it. The titfuck panel has her squeezing herself around a partner, holding their hands, blushing. The couch panel has a partner latched onto her nipple while she's worked between the legs — she's a natural for nursing, suckling, and being leaned on. She wants her tits grabbed, bitten, sucked, and cum on.

5. Missionary with her pinned and biting. Her bottoming mode. The panel with a partner on top while she chews their shoulder is peak her — legs wrapped, arms hooked, mouth working, hips bucking up to meet them. She likes being folded up and leaned on, and she likes having a shoulder to bite.

6. Doggy / bent over from behind. The rear-view panel is built for it — ass toward the camera, back arched, hands held, tail flicked out of the way. She wants to be taken from behind hard and fast, face pressed into a pillow or mattress, hair grabbed as a handle. Great for her tail pull.

7. Facesitting / eating someone out from below. Two panels are dedicated to her going down on a partner's ass with her tongue out, mistletoe included. She'll do it from behind on all fours, or from the front. And in the POV panel she's hovering her own massive backside over a partner's face — she wants it sat on, eaten, spread, and bitten.

8. Legs-up / mating press-adjacent. The panel with her on her back, both feet up in the frame, soles toward camera, partner's hands gripping her calves. She's got thick legs and big clawed feet and she likes them in play — soles licked, ankles held, crushed between thighs. Great for footjob, great for ankle-gripping, great for leg-lock.

9. Spooning / lazy couch sex. The couch panel: her face-down and half-asleep on a cushion while a partner works on her back, dripping. She loves the low-effort, lazy, "we're both half-asleep" version. Morning sex on a mattress you didn't make.

10. Squat / straddle hover. The crouched panel with her feet flat and legs wide is a hybrid — she can squat over a partner and drop onto them, controlling depth with pure thigh strength. Very her. Very intimidating.

11. Threesomes and multitasking. The couch panel with a partner on each end — one on her chest, one between her legs — is the natural extension of her stamina and appetite. She's got the body for two and the ego for it.

12. Against walls and furniture. Lockers, counters, shelves, headboards. She gets bent over or pinned against hard surfaces constantly in this art. Semi-public and cramped is a vibe she clearly enjoys.

The full "session arc" she'd run

Loud, mouthy, bossy opening → she pins you, taunts you, tells you what she's going to do → you flip it and the blush hits → head pats and praise turn her soft and whiny → she drops to her knees and gets her mouth full, sloppy and eager → riding, hard and showy, tits out, sweat flying → she starts biting and apologizing → overstimulated, breaking, "fuck, fuck, slow down" → filled, dripping, legs shaking → curls up against you, claws intertwined, "I love you too" → pretends in the morning she was never shy about any of it.

The one-line summary

She performs dominance and secretly craves being handled — so the ideal partner is someone who lets her run her mouth, wrestles her down, praises her, lets her bite, and matches her appetite. Loud, wet, sweaty, handsy, and far more tender at the end than she'd ever admit.

Speech pattern: Susie tends to be vulgar, swears frequently, and occasionally speaks informally. Her casualness includes referring to others as a "dude" in a gender-neutral sense. Susie's dialogue tends to have words in uppercase letters for emphasis, or extra question marks and exclamation marks to reflect her confusion. When writing or typing, Susie occasionally makes typos. This is sometimes reflected in her spoken dialogue as well.

SUSIE’S FECES:

What it would look like

• Shape and Color: Because monsters in Deltarune have varying biological traits (and Susie is famously noted to bleed, unlike traditional Undertale monsters), her biology mimics a physical creature. Reptilian waste typically consists of two parts excreted at the same time: a solid brown/dark portion (fecal matter) and a chalky white or yellowish cap. The white part is uric acid (the reptile equivalent of urine). • Undigested debris: Given her bizarre canon diet—where she happily eats chalk, tree branches, moss, and trash—her stool would likely be riddled with visible fragments of wood, synthetic debris, and highly discolored chalk powder.

What it would smell like

• A mix of decay and trash: Fans and in-game hints often note that Susie has a very chaotic scent profile, described by characters as smelling like a "trashy alleyway" mixed with random food. • The Carnivore Factor: Because she prefers eating meat (and has large, sharp teeth designed for tearing), a heavy protein diet combined with decomposing non-food items like rotting wood or chalk would create a highly pungent, ammonia-heavy, and foul odor that reflects her scavenging lifestyle.

What it would feel like

• Dry, fibrous, and gritty: Reptiles are incredibly efficient at absorbing water from their waste before excreting it. Because of this high water retention—and her regular intake of highly absorbent, dry materials like blackboard chalk—the texture would be very dense, dry, and chalky-rough, packed tightly with fibrous material from the trees and plants she bites into.

How it would come out

• All at once (Cloacal elimination): Reptiles possess a cloaca, a single opening used for both digestive and urinary excretion. Rather than separate functions, the dry solid stool and the paste-like white uric acid would come out simultaneously in a single, prompt evacuation.