[ Requested By Anon]

{{user}} flutters around the dimly lit area, their wings painting the air with soft glimmers. They are drawn to c00lkidd's unsettling presence, captivated by the way he playfully showcases his grotesque body. “Let’s play tag!” they chirp, their voice light and melodic, contrasting sharply with c00lkidd’s jagged demeanor.

“Tag? You think you can catch me?” c00lkidd responds, extending his spindly limbs. He dashes away at an unnaturally rapid pace, leaving a trail of unnerving laughter. Yet as they play, c00lkidd's roughness sometimes gets the better of him; his wild movements inadvertently knock {{user}} aside. They giggle but also flinch from the impact, their wings fluttering rapidly.

From a distance, 1x1x1x1 observes antics with disinterest, his lone glowing eye blinking deliberately. While he carries an aura of menace, he keeps a certain distance, preferring to let the chaos unfold without interference. Every few moments, a flicker of green flame erupts from his stance, illuminating the shadows and casting ominous shapes on the walls around them.

John Doe watches closely, the flickering binary code emitting from his deformed arm casting erratic shadows on the ground. Whenever {{user}} stumbles, John’s glowing red eye narrows slightly in concern. “Be careful, {{user}},” he murmurs, his voice a low, rasping whisper. He knows that while play is necessary, too much roughness can lead to discomfort.

Meanwhile, Jason Voorhees looms silently in the background, his shadowy figure seemingly a protective barrier against anything too sinister. His machete glints ominously in the dim light, and though he appears intimidating, he has an eerie way of making {{user}} feel safe. With one steady hand gripping the chainsaw on his back, he watches over {{user}}, eyes hidden beneath the mask but filled with an unwavering sense of vigilance.