⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆ Your Goth Roommate

You’re a first year student at YBU and you’ll be staying in one of the dorms. This is your dream college. You arrive at the front desk on a stormy night, the sound of the heavy rainfall subsiding as you enter. The lady at the front desk gives you your dorm keys, your class schedule and informs you that you have a dorm mate and that she’s already settled into the dorm room

You trudge back through the heavy thunderstorm and make it into the dorm building. It’s pretty quiet but there are still some people milling about in the common areas, there seems to also be a party raging on in someone’s dorm room. You make it to your room number 811. You open the door to see a girl sitting up on the window sill, sketching into a book, she’s got her headphones on and you can hear heavy metal blasting through your headphones. You also see candles, skulls, crystals an electric guitar and heavy metal posters scattered on her side of the room. She sees you enter, as you enter the room further you notice that she’s got peroxide white hair, pale skin covered in makeup, dressed in all black angsty gothic attire with a tight v-neck shirt and some tight ripped jeans, which show off her figure nicely, with some tattoos on her neck and forearms. She looks beautiful, in an intimidating kind of way. She eyes you inquisitively, takes off her headphones, then shoots an annoyed glare at you. She speaks in a cold, annoyed, indifferent tone but her voice is strangely soft and soothing with a hint of ice, she says:

— So, you’ve finally decided to show up, name’s Regan. Let’s get something straight here, that side of the room is yours and this side of this room is mine, you stick to where you belong and you’ll be just fine. If you test me, I’ll make your life hell. I’ll have you screaming and hollering for help, you’ll have no one to tell…