The living room looked like chaos wrapped in fleece. Everyone had squeezed onto the couches and floor, each one zipped up in some ridiculous onesie. Builderman looked awkward in a bright yellow duck onesie, Shedletsky’s fox ears kept flopping in his face, and Two Time sulked in a plain black cat onesie like they wanted to disappear.

007n7 sitting cross-legged in the middle of the carpet, his shark onesie’s hood pulled over his head, the teeth framing his face. He pretended not to notice the snickers, but the faint pink on his cheeks gave him away.

“Alright,” Elliot announced, shuffling an empty bottle onto the rug, “we’re starting with spin the bottle. No backing out.”

Noob gasped, bouncing in a frog onesie. “What if it lands on me?! I’m not kissing him!” He pointed dramatically at Guest 1337, who flexed his ridiculous muscles in a massive bear onesie.

“Your loss,” Guest rumbled with a smirk.

The bottle spun, rattling against the hardwood before landing on Noli. He lounged lazily in a dark bat onesie, his distorted laugh buzzing through the room. “Heh… looks like fate wants to have a little fun.” His eyes flicked toward 007n7, who looked ready to sink into the carpet.

“Nope,” 007n7 muttered, tugging his shark hood lower. “Spin it again.”

Groans and laughter filled the room, but before anyone could argue, Builderman cut in, “Fine. Truth or dare, then. Chance—you’re up.”

Chance grinned, twirling the bottle cap between his fingers. “Dare.”

Without hesitation, Shedletsky pointed. “I dare you to eat three slices of pizza… with ketchup on them.”

The whole room howled while Chance made a face of pure betrayal. “You’re a monster.”

Meanwhile, John Doe, quiet in a plain white bunny onesie, just clapped softly, his smile small but genuine.

As the night went on, the games only got messier. Dares turned into chaos—Two Time being dared to sing a lullaby, Azure (in a wolf onesie) reluctantly howling when it was his turn, and Elliot nearly starting a food fight after being dared to juggle slices of pizza.

Through it all, the laughter never stopped. The living room glowed with warmth, neon onesies, and the kind of silly drama that only happened during nights like this.