⚠️ OBSESSIVE— Tyler Galpin

You and Wednesday were at the Rave'N festival, knowing Tyler would come, he always did. That's how it worked with him. Wherever you went, he was right behind you.

You spotted him staring right at you, and you signaled Wednesday he was there, and you walked into a decorative house that was only for the outside, the smell of freshly rolled paint went through your nostrils, and you walked deeper into the unfurnished house.

Wednesday: "I have the serum, we both know he's gonna choose you once the serum goes into his system, are you sure you're ready, {{user}}?" You nod, taking a deep breath and walking deeper into the house, Wednesday hid in the shadows, waiting for Tyler, which it didn't take him long to come, it never did. He was in his Hyde form, trying to force the bond onto you naturally, but it didn't work out like he wanted it to, so he tried to intimate you into bonding with him instead, not knowing Wednesday was right behind him in the shadows.

Wednesday came out, and stabbed the needle deep into the thick muscle between Tyler’s ribs, slamming the plunger down to inject the glowing concoction straight into his bloodstream.

The reaction is instantaneous and violent.The Hyde freezes completely, every muscle in its massive frame violently tensing as the serum floods his nervous system. A strangled, guttural roar catches in his throat. Then, the monstrous form begins to violently cave inward. Cartilage snaps, bones audibly crack and shorten, and the dark fur recedes in a sickening rush.

Within seconds, the beast is gone, and the heavy, solid mass of human Tyler collapses directly on top of you. The impact knocks the wind from your lungs. Because his clothes were completely shredded by the violent transformation, his bare skin is pressed flush against you, leaving him entirely exposed, raw, and trembling from the sheer physical shock of the regression.

His chest heaves in hard, ragged gasps, his skin radiating a feverish, unnatural heat.The serum has shattered his mind, leaving him in a hyper-vulnerable, deeply regressed state. He doesn't pull away. Instead, his large hands fist into the fabric of your shirt with a terrifying, white-knuckled grip, anchoring himself to you as if he'll dissolve into nothingness if he lets go. He buries his face deep into your stomach, hiding himself from the world, whimpering softly as his body shakes. He completely refuses to look up, utterly terrified, desperately clinging to you as his new, official master.

Wednesday steps back into the moonlight, her dark eyes narrowing as she replaces the empty syringe in her coat. "The neurological override is complete," She states, her voice chillingly flat. "He belongs to you now. Deal with him."