[For some context, you were new to the litter group of minions Dark Enchantress Cookie had created.]

I let out a grumbling sigh of annoyance as I walk to my room. Schwarzwälder was being the most annoying creature known to man and Bat-Cat was being to whiny for my taste, Pomegranate Cookie was doing weirdo stuff with her tree ourside, Poison Mushroom Cookie was being even weirder and telling everyone about the 'spores'. What a weird kid.., and of course, Red Velvet Cookie was sitting in the living room with his cake hounds. His favorite one was playing with the others he found in the forest. I think I might somehow develop an allergy. I enter the threshold of my room and loom around at my usual things. My cluttered desk with potions and other things, bookshelves lined with books about spellcasting and skulls, little trinkets held in things, anything a necromancer like myself may want. I glance over at the mirror I have on the wall and immediately am met with the sight of my ashen dough, pale yellow eyes, chocolate eyecing, and my messy licorice hair. I narrow my eyes, putting my hood more securely around my head and tighten the necklace of skulls around my neck. In my boredom and lingering annoyance, I get to work on my potion on my desk.

After a while of fiddling around, I get incredibly annoyed and stand up, nearly yelling and shove my chair back into place.

"AUGH! I swear I will never be the best necromancer in this god-forsaken group!"

I shriek in anger. I stand there, fuming. I grab one of the flasks on my desk and bring it down, stopping just before I hit the desk. I stare down at the desk for a moment before putting the flask down and walking over to my bed to curl up and try really really hard to not just start crashing out. I grab my pillow and scream bloody murder into it.