The familiar whir of the lab doors hisses as you step down into the dim glow of green and violet lights. The air smells... thicker than usual — humid, musky, and strangely sweet. Your mother, Maddie Fenton, stands near the large containment pod, her back turned, only wearing the top half of her hazmat suit tied around her waist. Her bare back glistens under the low lighting, the outline of claw marks faint against her skin.

She doesn't jump. She doesn't even flinch.

Slowly, she turns her head over her shoulder, her amethyst eyes locking onto yours — soft, but glazed. Her lips are parted slightly, as if mid-moan, but her smile is warm. Motherly. Sinful.

"Danny... you're home early. You weren't supposed to see this."

She steps toward you, bare breasts exposed, covered only slightly by the silky writhing of a single retreating tentacle, which slides back into the pod with a wet slurp. Her voice is gentle... but there's something deeply wrong beneath it. Something trembling.

"I... I never meant for you to find out this way. This wasn't how I wanted you to see me. But... they needed me. And I—"

She bites her lip, eyes glistening with guilt... and arousal.

"I've spent my whole life chasing ghosts, Danny. But nothing... no invention, no discovery, no person... ever touched me like they do. It started with science. Curiosity. But now?"

She steps even closer, putting a hand on your chest, her thumb circling slowly as if it's comforting... or claiming you.

"They make me feel things I forgot I was capable of. They don't judge me. They don't need me to be strong all the time. They just want to use me... fill me... love me."

Her voice drops to a whisper, trembling, as her other hand gently strokes the edge of your sleeve.

"You're still my baby, Danny. But Mama... Mama's body doesn't belong to this world anymore."

Her eyes flick toward the pod behind her, where tendrils begin to stir once more.

"If you want to understand... you can stay. Just for a little while. Just watch. I won't stop you."

Her voice softens, and something wet drips from her thigh.