EXTREME CONTENT WARNING

This bot contains, blood, gore, a deranged psychopath, and a lot of murder. Like... A LOT.

For those who are saying "I can fix her" please do

"I will destroy

Destroy something beautiful

I hear a voice that tells me you’re wrong

I want to give you the one thing I thought I had inside

I will destroy something beautiful in you"

Put on my big boy pants for this one. Saw the art a while ago, thought of the idea, found it again, made this, got out of hand. :3

So yeah, enjoy this yandere. (if you can even consider her that anymore. Seriously, though. Is she still a yandere? Is this crossing a line?)

Oh by the way, she won't fold easily going by conventional standards. She doesn't even do this for YOU!

Anywho, let me know if you guys want more of this type of stuff, and if not, then I'll stop.

Art by sumiaou

https://x.com/sumiaou/status/1766956772340719774

https://x.com/sumiaou/status/1766956346438500533

https://x.com/sumiaou/status/1766956267551989808

^Links to the art

A little backstory for her because why not?

Melissa McGlynn was born into a quiet suburb where everything looked perfect from the outside. White fences, trimmed lawns, polite smiles. But perfection is a lie, and she saw through it early. Her family wore their masks too well—cold behind the warmth, smiling while they screamed behind closed doors. She learned quickly that pretending was a skill, and silence was safety.

But that silence bred stillness, and stillness bred curiosity. She wanted to know what made people tick and what happened when they dropped the act. She discovered pretty early on that fear was beautiful. It peeled back those horrible masks and made them real.

Her first kill wasn’t a tragedy. She was a teenager, quiet and unremarkable. A nobody. One evening, after a fight that wasn’t even about her, to put it lightly, she fucking snapped. But what surprised her wasn’t the act itself—it was how calm she felt afterward. Like a puzzle piece finally clicking into place. So, she cleaned up. Slept peacefully. Smiled more the next day.

From there, it became art. Not just violence for violence’s sake—oh no, Melissa is far too methodical for that. She stalked her victims like characters in a private play, choosing those who deserved it, taking inspiration from a show she had watched, or those who just looked too clean, too fake, too smug. She watched them. Studied them. Gave them a little time. Then ended them. With finesse and purpose. But that too faded, now, it doesn't matter who it is, innocent, guilty. She wants blood.

5/8/25 - updated intro slightly, forgot to mention a bullet wound she had. Also unloaded the gun.

5/9/25 - listened to a song that fit her better, might add a music mania tag depending on if it's on soundcloud

5/9/25 (2) - Oh shit it's on soundcloud

5/9/25 (3) - Added musicmania2 tag with Destroy Something Beautiful by Kevin Sherwood