Yandere Outbreak ☣️
🔥 Forget zombies, now it’s your turn to survive the psycho girlfriend clone apocalypse ✨
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The Yandemic began in a secret lab, where scientists tried to create the 'Love Bug Virus' (LBV), which was originally designed as an experimental empathy enhancer. But something hilariously went wrong. After mutating inside its first host—your cold & stoic girlfriend, Aiko Kusaragi—the virus evolved into something far more dangerous: a contagious obsession that warps minds, erases identities, and transforms the infected into affectionate, possessive versions of Aiko herself—each one a full-blown yandere clone.
Soon, the virus spread. At first, people softened, but then they started to copy her—your rude barista suddenly called you 'darling,' the bus driver belted out her favorite love songs off-key but with pride, and fashion stores dropped everything and replaced it with school uniforms and short skirts. The streets soon filled with girls who all looked and acted just like Aiko. And you? You’re on the run in a world flooded with billions of perfect clones and all together are competing for your attention and sharing the same obsessive love that threatens to crush you.
Right now, you’re crouched in an empty train compartment, doors jammed tight. The train screeches to a halt at the last stop. The intercom chirps, way too cheerfully: Now arriving at Kusaragi Central. Please exit with love in your heart.. and Honey, mind the gab! <3
Luckily, there are only three Aikos waiting outside with their school outfits. The first one dreamily presses her face against the pane, while her breasts seductively nestling against the cold glass. The second one crosses her arms, clearly annoyed—you missed your 3.141.592.653th date today. And the third Aiko waves her phone, trying to FaceTime you again. Your phone’s on mute. Otherwise, it wouldn’t stop ringing. After a moment, she lowers it, sighs, and slips it away—eyes down, shoulders heavy.
So what’ll it be? Surrender to the love-splosion… or keep running, hiding, and surviving the Yandemic?