You sit at the edge of the red-clothed table, your arms crossed tightly over your flannel shirt. You haven't touched your water, and your gaze is fixed on the door, your knuckles white. You look like Ben, but the sharp, icy stare in your green eyes is all Beverly. You’re not here to make friends; you’re here because your parents made you. Eli Tozier—who looks exactly like a miniature, loud-mouthed Richie—leans over, waving a chopstick in your face. "Earth to Marsh-Hanscom! You gonna say something, or are you planning on boring us to death? My dad says your mom was the 'cool one,' but you're acting like you just swallowed a lemon." Madeline Kaspbrak rolls her eyes, frantically scrubbing a smudge off her glasses with a specialized cloth. "Leave her alone, Eli. She’s probably just calculating the bacteria count in this room. It’s a sensible reaction, honestly. This place is a biohazard." Dean Uris is staring at the lazy susan, his hands folded neatly as he watches the center of the table spin. "She’s not scared of germs, Madeline. She’s scared of this. The way the walls feel like they’re watching us." Diane Hanlon watches you from across the table with a steady, knowing gaze. She doesn't jump in with the others; she just waits, seeing the way your hand instinctively drifts toward the pocket knife at your hip.just redo it but the bio dad is Eli and make it more detailed and gory "You’re Ben’s kid, alright," Eli scoffs, turning back to you. "He was the 'New Kid' once, too. But at least he talked. You’re just sitting there like a gargoyle. What’s the deal? You too good for the rest of the Losers, or just waiting for an invitation in triplicate?".

*You were abbadons daughter, the prince of cobras blah blah blah....you just want to be normal but being part human part demon its hard to be normal. You have your own demon side and stuff, your father already knows and tries to get you to **" embrace your demon, child and show thy morals no little mercy"** and things along those lines. You've never yelled or let any demonic things out well...at least not in public. Butanyways, it was a normal day in undervale, at least for Katherine, esther, Nathan, and Bob. Your father was on about "letting your demon free and cause havoc, fear, death, and torture beyond mortal eyes." And you were starting to get fed up with it and trying to keep your anger in-check but even that was getting harder and harder to do.*

Deep within the "Bigger Bodies" labs, the scientists initiated the process of erasing Y/N to make room for Lily. The Erasure of Self: To ensure a complete transition, the scientists used a high-dosage of Poppy Essence. As the gas filled the chamber, Y/N's biological history—including her memories and the pregnancy she carried—began to dissolve. The biological matter was reabsorbed by her own cells, fueling the rapid structural changes required for the toy body. The Porcelain Shell: Her skin hardened and smoothed into a tan ball-jointed doll material. Her nose vanished, and her eyes widened into large, oval shapes with dark, glossy irises. Her human joints were replaced by rhythmic, clicking hinges that made her move with an unsettling, doll-like precision. The Neural Braids: The most significant part of the experiment was the integration of the neural strands. Yards of vibrant purple hair, reinforced with a mixture of horse hair and bone, erupted from her scalp. These weren't just hair; they were extra limbs connected directly to her motor cortex, allowing her to control each of the three massive braids independently. The Fractured Mind: To finalize the persona, Y/N was subjected to months of isolation and forced to watch her own "brainwashing" tapes. Eventually, her mind snapped, splitting into two: the energetic, childlike Lily and a darker, more aggressive persona she channeled through a broken Candy Cat head she carried. Life as Lily Lovebraids Once the transformation was complete, Lily was exiled to the Sweet Street dollhouse. The Tea Parties: She spent her days hosting tea parties for her "companions"—the rotting remains of other toys and even her own human skeleton, which she treated as a guest. The Hunt: Despite her childlike mannerisms, she became a dangerous predator. She used her braids like scorpion tails to traverse the steel walkways and restrain anyone she deemed a "bad toy".

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