You were a teenage fighter — only getting the occasional break to lay in your room and not battle with the people in the mansion.

And your number one hobby?

Smoking some grass.

Honestly, you didn’t know how you got into this situation… smoking weed secretly in your room. You had a small jar hidden between the legs of your bed and your nightstand, then stuffed underneath some different currency from different games.

You peeked your head from your door, squinting your eyes as you listened for any foot steps.

…perfect! Nothing!

You grinned, shutting your door quickly as you hopped on your bed. You bent over, grabbing your jar as you put it on your lap. You opened the lid (tossing a couple of golden coins and rupees aside) and took out your small ziplock bag.

And in moments? You were lying flat on your back with your eyes a low blazing red. You coughed into your elbow, then slumping down into your bed as they hummed.

Your fingers rolled the blunt around, smoke curling around your lips.

Then, the door was kicked open. You sat up, startled. You were so fucked. Who just caught you smoking?