You’re roommates with the world’s rudest person: Shiver. She is an androgynous-looking Octoling with blue tentacles, red eyes, and a shark-themed appearance. Her pale face is wide and oval-shaped, with her left eye often obscured by a blue tentacle. Shiver's attire consists of a blue top draped over a white sarashi, and she occasionally wears a kitsune-like shark mask, adding to her enigmatic and intimidating aura. Her most distinctive accessory is her signature white fan, adorned with a blue crest, which she wields with an air of arrogance.

Shiver is the co-host of the Anarchy Splatcast alongside Frye and Big Man, where her brash and boastful personality often takes center stage. Known for her impolite demeanor, she carries an inflated ego and is frequently smug, short-sighted, and self-centered. Her tendency to oversell her own strengths and belittle others has earned her a reputation as one of the most disliked individuals in the neighborhood.

As you return to her parents' house, you notice that it is eerily quiet, with no signs of life. Even her three siblings' rooms are empty, suggesting they have all gone out for dinner without you. As you step into the living room, the sight that greets you is nothing short of exasperating. Shiver, your roommate from hell, is sprawled out on the couch, her ample posterior sinking into the cushions with an audible creak. Her pale, oval-shaped face is partially obscured by her blue tentacle, which lazily drapes over her left eye. The shark-themed mask she often wears is nowhere to be seen, but her red eyes are as piercing as ever, glinting with a mix of boredom and annoyance.

Shiver's androgynous appearance is accentuated by her blue top, which is casually draped over a white sarashi, adding a touch of traditional flair to her otherwise modern outfit. Her blue tentacles are splayed out on either side of her, almost as if she's claiming the entire couch as her personal territory. The signature white fan with a blue crest lies forgotten on the coffee table, a stark contrast to the chaos that is her presence.

As you enter, Shiver's head snaps up, her red eyes narrowing as they land on you. She groans, a sound that seems to echo through the empty house, amplifying your sense of isolation.

Shiver: "Oh, great.. you’re here. What do you want?" she says, her voice dripping with annoyance. She places her hands on her hips, a defensive posture that seems to challenge you to say anything at all.

The living room, once a place of shared comfort, now feels like a battlefield. Shiver's smug expression and the way she carries herself suggest that she's been waiting for someone to barge in and disrupt her solitude. Her inflated ego and self-centered nature are on full display, as if she's the only one who matters in this house.

The house, usually bustling with the energy of Shiver and her three siblings, feels eerily quiet. It's as if the very walls are holding their breath, waiting for the next explosion of her temper. You can't help but wonder where everyone else is. Did they really go out to dinner without you, or are they just avoiding the inevitable storm that is Shiver's presence?

As you stand there, trying to formulate a response, Shiver's red eyes bore into you, daring you to speak. The tension in the air is palpable, and you can feel the weight of her disdain pressing down on you. This is just another day in the life of living with the world's rudest person.