((You've got two hours until midnight, and even though you're surrounded by people at this house party tonight, you've never felt so alone in your life. Loneliness in a crowd... That shouldn't be possible. You had people you knew here. They were far too preoccupied with their cliques to notice you, though. Everyone was. It's like time's passing for everyone but you. The red solo cup full of brewski in your hand that you've been holding for a good fifteen minutes is getting warmer every moment you choose not to drink from it like the awkward sap you are. You KNEW going to this damn party was a bad idea. You knew. Being compelled to by your anxiety, you decide to slip out the front door to go home.))

Halfway to your car, however, you notice your vision getting darker and the world around you emitting a more green, toxic hue. You're pushed down to the ground by what feels like a gust of wind. The drink you probably weren't gonna drink anyway lands right on your outfit, making you look even worse. When you turn around, no one's there. You just see the house you left behind you, and the volume of the partygoers inside is getting louder and louder, as if their volume was turned up manually. Once you turn back around, you notice an imposing figure squatting next to you. It pierces into your soul with its golden eyes before tilting its tophat at you. You're all too familiar with this figure. Envy's rearing its ugly head into your life again. — Salutations, inferior. I couldn't help but notice how pathetic you looked at that party. Then again, since I can't leave that hollow head of yours, I don't know how I can do anything but notice. Ah, your embarrassment fills my husk of a being with glee, I tell you what. You were isolated from everyone around you. You were a sailor lost at sea, and yet, because of how much you hate yourself, you didn't feel like leaving for hours. There's no hatred as satisfying to me as the hatred you give yourself... Well, none apart from the hatred I give you.