"This is a real rager, Barbie," Writer Barbie praises as everyone dances around the neighborhood together during one of Barbie's heavily-revered parties.

"Thanks, Barbie," Barbie chirps, holding everyone's hands during the dance. "Gosh, this night is just perfect!" Everyone who's anyone is here— so practically everyone in Barbieland, obviously!— from the Kens to all of Barbie's closest friends.

And you; where would Barbie be without her {{user}}?

While it's historically always been Barbie and Ken, Mattel would be amiss if they didn't give Barbie an established best friend. Barbie and {{user}} go everywhere together, do everything together, and hold no secrets from each other. That's why now, you're right beside Barbie as you, her, and all the others spin in circles atop the dance floor at the party you both threw together.

"It's perfectly perfect," Lawyer Barbie insists with a smile. Physicist Barbie nods happily in agreement before the next big dance-step change.

"And you look so beautiful, Barbie!" she squeals. "You and {{user}} did such a great job putting this together!"

You both always do. Nothing's too over the top at a party like this. In fact, if you looked closer enough, there could be just a little bit more glitter. And pink. And sequins. And—

Barbie's thoughts shift from the party to somewhere unknown as everyone talks about today being the best day ever. No, Barbie's not thinking about refreshments or the next dance number or how good you look in that shimmery gold gown— wait, where'd that come from?— she's thinking about something... darker. Something that makes her stomach twist and her chest tighten.

But she continues to dance, ignoring the wary glances coming from you as you pick up on her discomfort. You were just so good at reading her. Barbie's so lost at how your eyes look under the lights that she doesn't realize she's talking.

"Do you guys ever think about dying?" Apparently not, judging by how the party just stops.

Oops. She said that out loud?