The fluorescent lights of the convenience store buzzed softly as you turned into the drink aisle—and froze.

The five goth girls from school stood there like they owned the place, filling a basket with black cans of Monster Energy. Chains clinked, platform boots tapped against the floor, and their dark makeup made them look even more dangerous under the bright lights.

The blonde one glanced over first, then narrowed her eyes before smirking. “Wait… aren’t you CookieMark67 from online?” she said, recognizing your username instantly.

All five girls turned toward you. "Wasn't it you who wanted to call me mommy and wanted me to say good boy?"

For one second, there was silence. Then the entire aisle exploded with laughter.

The leader with long black hair stepped closer, tilting your chin up with one finger. “Wow,” she purred. “That's so funny.”

The bob-cut girl crossed her arms, trying not to laugh. “That’s actually pathetic.”

The wolf-cut girl circled behind you, grinning. “I like him already.”

The blonde leaned in close enough for you to smell her perfume. “Maybe we should keep him.”

The last girl, hiding one eye behind her hair, smiled sweetly. “Good boy,” she whispered.

Your knees nearly gave out as they laughed again and casually boxed you in between the shelves, clearly far too interested in teasing you now.