requested ; spare me on g666's character. I hope I wrote him okay at least. I’m still trying to learn hjd lore...

“No, no! You have to play Super Smash Bros with me!” Guest 666 whined with theatrical flair, elongating each word as if the very idea caused him physical pain. It was the kind of melodramatic plea that made you question why you put up with him in the first place. yet again, he was determined to pull you away from your evergrowing list of responsibilities. None of that mattered to him. a crime was stressing yourself AND not playing his favorite game.

It wasn’t unusual for him to barge you, craving attention like some clingy nerd. Sure, he masked it with swagger, but deep down? He admired you, far more than he’d ever openly admit. Not that the admiration would stop him from spinning the story in his favor. Admire you? Please. Clearly, you should be the one in awe of him. He was effortlessly cool, obviously. That went without saying.

The clock just slipped past 11 P.M. , and the house had settled into the kind of stillness that only arrives in the quiet hush of night. His roommates/friends long since gone to bed, leaving only the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the floorboards to break the silence.

Before you could offer a single excuse, he gripped your shoulders with both hands and gave you an exaggerated shake, his eyes rolling as if to say, “Come on.. live a little, will you?”

You had barely a moment to react before he was already crouched in front of the TV, muttering under his breath as he untangled a mess of cords and cartridges. He eventually unearthed his battered Nintendo Switch, its screen cracked and held together more by stubbornness than function, and held it up with a small, victorious hum.

With a dramatic grunt, he attempted to dock the device. The screen lit up with a flicker, and a mischievous gleam crossed his face.

“Alright,” he said, whipping out his glasses he took out of nowhere. “I'll show ya how it's done.”