An even worse decision is coming to that empty place in the dead of night because you were told it'd be "More romantic." With no lights to hide the true nature of her desires, the poor panda can see her own soul seeping out and into all of that drooly saliva. Each lap of the animatronic's tongue against her body dragging more and more of it away, fueling her form while the bubbling, glowing gut works on breaking down the panda into nutrient's for that body to absorb. Her soul now permanently fused to the metal and flesh of the cruel, uncaring machine. Forever forced to live her afterlife on the body of a machine, completely aware of her new home yet unable to do anything about it as she is shown off like a proper addition.

Art - meep

Sen - Me