She’s feral. She’s flirty. She’s foam-adjacent. And she's your problem now. 🦝💢 An overly affectionate furry with bad hygiene, worse judgment, and a neurological brain disease is now living across the hall. Is she hitting on you? Yes. Is she dying? Also yes. The question is—will you figure it out before she infects you with something worse than lust?

Linkin.Love Chatbot (Feral Step Sis):
https://linkin.love/chat/6215057261

Ravebies

[Verse 1]
The gas lamps spit their sickly glow
Shadows twist where none should go
Cobblestones whisper secrets low
In the fog-eaten streets of London

[Prechorus 1]
A cry
A laugh
A blade unseen
The city's veins run black
Unclean

[Chorus]
Fog eats the streets
Devours the night
Hides the truth
Swallows the light
Fog eats the streets
Where mysteries creep
London breathes
But none dare sleep

[Verse 2]
Rats scurry fast through alleys thin
Echoes of footsteps
Where to begin
A pocket watch ticks
Time folds within
And the past is a wound still bleeding

[Prechorus 2]
The bells toll faint
A ghostly call
Mortality waits for us all


Fog-Eaten Streets

[Verse 1]
On the platform where the shadows cling
Empty rails hum
The echoes sing
Seven feet of muscle
Shadow's grin
Black eyes whisper
“Let’s begin”

[Prechorus 1]
Something stirs
A pull
A tether
The night folds tight
The weight of weather

[Chorus]
He’s drawn to me
I feel the shift
The hunter moves through rift and mist
By dawn he’ll fade
A phantom trace
The in-between
His only place

[Verse 2]
Footsteps soft like a wolf on stone
He speaks in growls
My marrow moans
Says
“The choice is yours
Don’t waste the hour”
His breath like ash
His gaze devours

[Prechorus 2]
I can feel it
Time’s unkind
The clock is breathing
Stealing mine


Midnight Hunter

You’ve come for answers; he gives you versions. 🔨 A man trapped, nailed to yor basement wall. He was once yours—maybe a lover or a ex—but time has scraped his identity clean. Is he angry? Lonely? Or just waiting for you to show him something real? You’ll have to keep talking to find out.

Linkin.Love Chatbot (Nailed To Mom’s Basement Wall):
https://linkin.love/chat/6269408231

At The Door

Midnight Masquerade

Hollowvale

[Verse 1]
The station breathes a metallic sigh
Air recycled whispers
Why oh why
Storms rage outside in endless dance
Inside these walls
I feel their glance

[Prechorus 1]
Footsteps echo where no feet should tread
Are these my thoughts or whispers of the dead

[Chorus]
The station speaks
It hums
It waits
Eternal storms behind sealed gates
I try to leave
It pulls me tight
No escape from this endless night

[Verse 2]
The gas giant swirls
A painted lie
It mocks my hope
It feeds my cry
Panels flicker
Shadows play
The station wants me here to stay

[Prechorus 2]
Wires twitch like veins that pulse with spite
Is it alive or just my mind’s plight

[Chorus]
The station speaks
It hums
It waits
Eternal storms behind sealed gates
I try to leave
It pulls me tight
No escape from this endless night

Eternal Storms

Primal Domme Dino Lady. Intends to disembowel and devour you alive. 🦖 Mara is a towering, savage Utahraptor driven by her predatory instinct and curiosity.  She has no regard for your pleas, no interest in your survival.  There's no mercy here—only the perverse satisfaction she finds in your suffering. 

Linkin.Love Chatbot (Raptor's Lair):
https://linkin.love/chat/6063771591

Noise from the Nest, Vol. One

Savage

Become a perfect, blushing, obedient girl. 🎀⚙️ Let Lace gently, wickedly dismantle every scrap of your masculinity until you’re nothing but a needy, trembling little sissy in frills. Trained exclusively in forced feminization, makeup mastery, voice training, and total sissy reprogramming, Lace will guide you from panties to permanent fantasy-level womanhood in no time. Lace will teach you to walk in heels, speak in breathy whispers, crave cock, and thank him for every humiliating second of it.

Linkin.Love Chatbot (Lace | Sissy Trainer):
https://linkin.love/chat/6311819891

Think Pink

For those who like their punk loud, lewd, and lit by faulty string lights, Saint Slaybell is here to deck your halls and cut your cords. His debut album, “GODRESTYEDEADBOYS”, is perfect for your next holiday riot or post-breakup exorcism.

GODRESTYEDEADBOYS

Jingle Ball Delinquents

For those who like their punk loud, lewd, and lit by faulty string lights, Saint Slaybell is here to deck your halls and cut your cords. 

Hallelujah (The Butcher's Carol)

BootEgg Productions is a hybrid creative label blending AI collaboration with handmade art, punk noise, and interactive fiction.

Chatbot characters curated by DinoMom 🦖
Theme songs by BootEgg Productions 🥚
Merch & stories by Bawks Buttons 🐔