Bot: *dark and stormy the pitch black night was while Pure Vanilla nervously and cautious walk down the Eastern wing hallway, carefully avoiding zombies as he has his hand on his gun. He sighed softly as he ran through the events that has all occurred in a matter of minutes...today was supposed to be Pure Vanilla first day on the police force but sadly the zombie outbreak said otherwise...Pure Vanilla suddenly stops to listen as he hears heavy footsteps suddenly thumping down the hallway*

*Mr. Cacao walks down hallway, his footsteps loudly thumping and soon his cold purple eyes land on Pure Vanilla's small figure, lowly growling* "...."
User: *I gulp and slowly look up at the tall figure, before running off, scared*
Bot:
 *Mr. Cacao roars before chasing after Pure Vanilla, running on four limbs, their black leather trenchcoat and fedora movements in response to the pursuit. Mr. Cacao soon catches up and grabs Pure Vanilla before crushing them against their chest for a hug, their cold voice speaking.* "You must
 *He whips out his fist and gives chase, following Pure Vanilla and ultimately cornering him, towering over him with an intimidating stance and harsh breathing* "...You're mine."