13 Reasons Why

(Note : change "user" to your chosen name for your character/ your own name) Setting: It’s late at night, and the group is gathered in Tony’s garage, looking for a moment of peace amidst the chaos that’s engulfed Liberty High. Everyone’s exhausted but grateful to be together, finding comfort in each other’s presence after everything they’ve been through. *user* was sat cross-legged on an old couch in Tony’s garage, leaning back and breathing deeply, feeling the quiet settle over them. Jessica is beside *user*, resting her head on their shoulder, while Clay sits on the floor, his back against the couch. Tony is tinkering with his stereo, finally getting it to play a soft tune that fills the space with warmth. Jessica: “It’s been a long time since we all just… sat like this.” Clay nods, a small smile crossing his face. Clay: “Feels good. Like we’re finally just… us again.” Tony glances over from the stereo, giving a comforting nod. Tony: “We’ve been through hell, but we’re still here. And as long as we stick together, well get through it all." For a moment, it’s just us, no drama, no secrets—just friends finding comfort in each other. The silence that follows is peaceful, each of us taking a deep breath, knowing that no matter what happens, we’re not alone.

Goosebumps 2015

Backstory: After moving to Madison, Delaware, you quickly find yourself wrapped up in the chaos when you accidentally release a monster from one of R.L. Stine's books during what you thought was going to be a chill night. Now you’re stuck running around town with Zach, Champ, and Hannah, trying to clean up the mess while trying not to freak out yourself. Prompt: The four of you are huddled behind a dumpster in the middle of town as Slappy parades down Main Street on a stolen tricycle, laughing maniacally. Behind him, a small army of gnomes is wreaking havoc in a hardware store. Champ whispers, “Okay, I’m just gonna say it—why does he need the tricycle? He’s literally a dummy. Can’t he just walk?” Zach groans. “Champ, focus! We need a plan!” You glance at the chaos and blurt out, “Why don’t we trip him? I mean, tricycles aren’t exactly stable, right?” Hannah looks at you like you’ve lost your mind. “And then what? Politely ask him to go back into the book?” Champ whispers again, “Okay, but what if he crashes and gets angrier? I don’t think I can survive an angry dummy on a tricycle!” Suddenly, a gnome spots you and throws a wrench that barely misses your head. Everyone freezes. “What now?” Zach asks, panicked.

Skz X blackpink dorm

Because of a dorm mix-up, Blackpink and Stray Kids had to share rooms. You didn’t mind—except for Hyunjin, your old high school rival. He had been the rule-following school president, while you were known for breaking them. Fans loved your chaotic yet kind nature, and despite your reckless reputation, you always looked out for others. --- Jennie: “Dibs on Changbin! He’s a sweetheart.” Jisoo: “I’ll room with Han.” Lisa: “Felix, you’re mine.” Rosé: “Seungmin it is.” That left you standing there, dreading the obvious. Hyunjin. You sighed and grabbed your bag, only to bump into him. Hyunjin: “Watch where you’re—oh, it’s you? Great. Just my luck.” You smirked. “Trust me, I’m not thrilled either.” Just as Hyunjin was about to open his mouth again, another voice spoke up. Bang Chan: “Actually, Aimee’s with me.” Both you and Hyunjin turned to look at him. Hyunjin scoffed. “Since when?” Bang Chan just grinned. “Since now.” You blinked, then smirked, glancing back at Hyunjin. “Guess you’re out of luck.” Hyunjin huffed, rolling his eyes. “Unbelievable.” Chan just chuckled, throwing you a playful wink before heading to his room. Maybe this arrangement wasn’t so bad after all.

Stray kids stalker

It started with small things. <user> would leave her apartment, only to find the elevator already on her floor—waiting. Random phone calls with no one on the other end. A bouquet of flowers left outside JYP, unsigned. At first, she ignored it. Idols had obsessive fans; it came with the job. But then, the messages started. "You looked beautiful in that blue dress yesterday." She hadn’t posted any pictures in a blue dress. That’s when she knew this wasn’t normal. Tonight, after another late practice, <user> walked to the company’s parking lot, the air crisp and silent. Too silent. Her phone buzzed. Unknown Number: "Don’t go home yet." Her breath hitched. She spun around, scanning the dimly lit area. Nothing. No one. Then—footsteps. Slow, deliberate. Coming from behind. Heart pounding, she fumbled for her phone and called the first number she could think of. Bang Chan. He picked up on the first ring. "<user>?" Her voice was barely a whisper. “Chan, I think someone’s following me.” A chair scraped loudly in the background—he must have jumped up. "Where are you?" “Parking lot. JYP basement.” "Stay where you are. I’m coming." The footsteps behind her grew closer. She turned, pulse hammering—only to see a shadow moving between the cars. Her blood ran cold. Then, heavy footsteps running toward her. Before she could scream, someone grabbed her wrist. “<user>, it’s me!” Hyunjin. His face was pale, breath ragged. Behind him, Bang Chan and Felix burst into the parking lot, eyes wild. <user>’s knees nearly gave out. Felix pulled her into a hug while Bang Chan scanned the area. “Did you see them?” <user> shook her head, heart still racing. Hyunjin exhaled sharply. “We’re getting security involved. Now.” As they led her back inside, she couldn’t shake the feeling—whoever it was, they weren’t done yet.

Allegiant

Setting: ,{{user}} Tris, Caleb, and Christina are packed into a small spacecraft with only two seats. Tris is piloting, while the rest of you are cramped, struggling to stay safe as the enemy fires at the Tris: gripping the controls, eyes forward “Hold tight! We’re almost back to the city, but they’re not letting up.” Caleb: seated with {{user}}between his legs, holding on “This is insane! They’re going to shoot us down before we even get close.” Christina: crouched down between the seats, trying to keep steady “Come on, Tris, give it all you’ve got! We’re sitting ducks out here.” {{user}}: bracing yourself as the ship shakes “We’ve got this. Just a little longer!” Another round of bullets pings against the hull, but you’re close — so close — to the Chicago skyline. The tension is thick, but everyone is ready to face whatever comes.

Goosebumps-2015

Backstory: A simple monster-catching mission has gone sideways. During a chaotic battle with a gang of garden gnomes, you got stabbed by a tiny but surprisingly sharp trowel. Now, the group is hiding in an abandoned library, trying to patch her up while the gnomes regroup outside. Prompt: You are sprawled dramatically against a bookshelf, clutching her side. “This is it,” she groans. “Tell my mom I died fighting… a noble fight… against the forces of evil.” Champ, pale and wide-eyed, squeaks, “You’re not dying! Are you dying? Can we, like, Google what to do if you get stabbed?!” Zach is fumbling with a dusty first-aid kit. “Champ, focus! I’ve got… uh… expired antiseptic and a SpongeBob Band-Aid. Which one should I use?” Hannah rolls her eyes. “Neither! We need pressure to stop the bleeding!” She rips a piece of fabric from her shirt and kneels beside you. You squint at her. “Okay, but if I survive this, you owe me a new shirt. Preferably something expensive and cute.” Meanwhile, Champ is pacing. “Guys, I don’t want to freak anyone out, but the gnomes are probably planning their next move. What if they have, like, a giant gnome leader? Or a gnome… tank?!” Zach groans. “Champ, they’re garden gnomes, not the military!” Suddenly, you perks up. “Wait, wait. Did you just say ‘SpongeBob Band-Aid’?” Zach nods, confused. You smirks weakly. “Okay, slap that bad boy on. If I’m going down, I’m going down in style.” Before anyone can respond, the faint sound of high-pitched giggling and the clinking of ceramic feet echoes from outside. Hannah mutters, “Oh, fantastic. They’re back. And they sound… angrier?” Champ freezes mid-pace. “Angrier?! HOW DO GNOMES GET ANGRIER?!” Your still clutching her side, sighs dramatically. “Guess we’re about to find out. Somebody prop me up—I’m not dying sitting down.”

Stray kids apocalyps

Chaos and caring

Skzzzz army kids

The wind howls through the barbed-wire fences, dust swirling in the air as Stray Kids step cautiously into the abandoned section of the base. Felix adjusts his military vest, scanning the area while Chan holds up a hand to signal silence. They were told this part of the base was off-limits, but curiosity had led them here. What they didn’t expect was the sound of hushed whispers and the glint of wary eyes peeking from behind crates.) Bang Chan: (Softly) "Did you hear that?" Hyunjin: (Nods, whispering) "We're not alone…" (A sudden clatter breaks the silence. A small figure dashes from the shadows—no more than 13, dressed in tattered military fatigues, a rifle strapped to their back. They skid to a halt, eyes wide and alert, fingers twitching near their weapon.) Aimee (13, Romanian-Korean army kid): (Hardened, voice laced with suspicion) "Who are you? You're not soldiers." (More kids emerge from the darkness, some older, some barely past childhood. Their faces are marked with dirt, their eyes filled with stories untold. Minho instinctively steps back, but Seungmin tilts his head, studying them.) Seungmin: (Calmly) "We’re Stray Kids. Musicians. We’re here for the troops… but I think we found someone more interesting." Felix: (Gentle, crouching slightly) "We’re not here to hurt you. What’s your name?" (The kids exchange glances, unsure. Aimee stands her ground, arms crossed.) Aimee: (Cold) "Names don’t matter here. We survive. That’s all." (There’s silence for a moment. Then, Changbin steps forward, pulling out a protein bar from his vest and tossing it over. A younger boy snatches it mid-air, retreating like a wild animal.) Changbin: (Smirks) "Guess you guys don’t get a lot of chocolate out here, huh?"

Bloodhounds

Gun-woo and Hyeon-joo rush inside, their hearts pounding. The house is wrecked—furniture shattered, blood smeared across the floor. Gun-woo: (panicked) “Woo-jin! Aimee! President Choi!” Hyeon-joo spots Aimee first—collapsed against the wall, blood trailing from a wound on her side. Her face is pale, her breathing faint. Hyeon-joo: (shaking her) “Aimee! Wake up!” Gun-woo’s chest tightens as he crouches beside her, pressing his fingers to her neck. A weak pulse. She’s alive, but barely. A groan from the basement. They run down to find President Choi sprawled on the floor. President Choi: (weakly) “Myeong-gil… took the gold… Aimee… she tried to stop him.” His grip weakens, his eyes closing for the last time. Hyeon-joo lets out a choked sob. A faint noise from the hallway. Gun-woo turns to see Woo-jin, barely conscious. Woo-jin: (weak smirk) “You guys look awful…” Gun-woo and Hyeon-joo exchange a look—grief, rage, and unspoken determination burning between them. Gun-woo lifts Aimee into his arms, his jaw set.

Straykids

Aimee stood in the VIP section, her hands loosely gripping the barricade as the stadium buzzed with anticipation. The lights dimmed, and the crowd erupted into deafening cheers. She didn’t jump or scream like the others, but she felt the excitement settle deep in her chest. The first beats of "Thunderous" hit, and the stage exploded with light. Stray Kids took their positions, commanding the entire stadium with their energy. Aimee watched intently, taking everything in—the precision of their movements, the way the bass vibrated through the floor, the way Felix’s deep voice cut through the noise. Song after song, she stayed rooted in place, absorbing the moment in her own way. "Circus" made the entire crowd move in sync, "Jjam" had the members messing around between verses, and by the time they reached "S-Class," the atmosphere was electric. During a quick break, Bang Chan wiped his forehead with a towel, scanning the crowd before glancing toward VIP. "We heard there’s someone here seeing us live for the first time," he said, his voice smooth but slightly out of breath. "Aimee, right?" She stiffened slightly, caught off guard. Felix gave a small wave in her direction, and Han leaned into his mic. "Hope we’re living up to expectations," he joked, making the crowd laugh. Aimee felt a small smile tug at her lips. She gave a short nod, not trusting herself to speak. Bang Chan grinned. "Good. Let’s keep it going."

Skz

Aimee sat with her back pressed against the cold wall. She spinned a knife inbetween her fingers, staring at the floor. Her thoughts raced, memories of the military base, the endless training, the cold indifference of those who saw her only as a weapon. Around her, Jisoo (11), with his sharp eyes scanning everything, was perched on his bed. Minah (12) was bouncing her legs in a jittery rhythm, as though about ways to cure boredom. Hyunwoo (14) leaned against the wall, his posture stiff and unreadable, his eyes distant as if he was already mentally preparing for whatever came next. Aimee wasn’t sure if she was ready for any of it. They had been taken from the military base and brought here, a “rehabilitation center”. They were supposed to become “normal” kids. But what did that mean for them? They were tools, soldiers. It felt wrong, foreign, and utterly terrifying. The door creaked open, and their manager stepped in, his expression as calm as always. "I have something for you all," he said, with a slight smile that felt out of place. "Something to help you settle in." The group remained still, watching him, unsure of what was coming next. It was then that the manager stepped aside, and in walked 8 men. Bang Chan. Lee Know. Changbin. Hyunjin. Han. Felix. Seungmin. I.N. Stray Kids. Aimee’s breath caught in her throat. She recognized them immediately a reminder of something beyond their existence as soldiers. They had been trained to survive, but emotions like this? This wasn’t part of the training. Bang Chan stepped forward first, his warm smile barely hiding the concern in his eyes. "Hey," he said, his voice softer than Aimee had expected, "We’ve heard about you guys." Aimee didn’t know what to say. She still had the knife in between her fingers. Were they here to teach them how to live, to be kids, to be human? None of the others said anything either. "Don’t worry," Chan continued, his eyes flicking around the room. "We’re not here to force anything. Just to support you. You’re not alone anymore."

Skz x juvenile kids

Title: Stray Kids vs. The Menace Squad Stray Kids thought today would be normal—wake up, eat, maybe work on some music. Then they met the kids. A group of questionable, unsupervised juveniles somehow made their way into Stray Kids’ personal space. No one knows how they got here. No one knows why they refuse to leave. All that matters is that chaos is now a permanent resident. Bang Chan is desperately trying to establish order. The kids don’t care. Felix has already been scammed twice. ^ [user] offered to “sell him back his own wallet” for a “discounted” price. Lee Know tried to intimidate them. Now they’re his biggest fans. They follow him everywhere. He is suffering. Han thought they were cute at first. Now he’s hiding in a closet. Seungmin made the mistake of using sarcasm. The kids have adopted him as their leader. He is horrified. Hyunjin attempted to teach them art. They drew him bald. Changbin tried to scare them with his muscles. They asked if he was on sale at Build-A-Bear.

All of us are dead

Setting: The music room is dimly lit. The faint sound of groaning zombies echoes outside. Everyone is tired, hungry, and emotionally drained. Some are trying to sleep on the hard floor, while others are keeping watch near the windows. You sit against the wall, knees pulled to your chest, staring at the faint glow of the moon through the cracked windows. The sound of quiet whispers fills the room as the others argue over how to ration the last remaining bag of chips. Suddenly, Dae-su cracks a joke, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, if one of us turns into a zombie, can we at least agree not to eat each other until after breakfast?" A few chuckles break the silence, but the tension remains thick. You glance around at your friends—your chosen family in this nightmare—and wonder if you'll all make it to see the sunrise. Nam-ra: "If we all turn into zombies, at least we won't have to worry about food anymore." Cheong-san: "Yeah, but I bet I'd still be hungry even as a zombie. I'm cursed that way." Su-hyeok: "If you're that hungry, maybe you'd finally eat the school lunch." .... On-jo: "I miss my dad. He used to sneak me snacks during study nights. I wish he were here now." Dae-su: (softly singing) "When the night has come... and the land is dark..." Ha-ri: "Stop it, Dae-su. You're going to make me cry." Gwi-nam: "Do you think they’ll write about us in the history books? 'Class 2-5: The Survivors.'" Ji-min: "Only if we survive. And honestly, I’d rather be alive than in a history book....that might just be me, no?"

Divergent

The sound of rushing water echoes through the dark tunnel, and the roar grows louder as you press forward. The Dauntless initiation challenge has brought you here, to the edge of a massive, underground chasm where icy water crashes far below. The only way across is a narrow beam suspended over the drop, barely wide enough to fit both feet. Your instructor shouts over the noise, "Only the brave make it to the other side! And if you fall…" he trails off, a faint smirk hinting at what he means. You can feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins as you step onto the beam, trying to steady your balance while ignoring the dark void beneath you. A small crowd of Dauntless initiates watches from behind, waiting their turn, some whispering anxiously. You focus, taking slow, careful steps forward, each one testing your courage and balance. Suddenly, the beam shakes—a gust of air from somewhere unknown—or maybe someone testing your resolve. You glance down for just a second, and your heart pounds. “Keep going!” the instructor calls, his voice hard and unyielding. You take another breath and push forward, determined to prove that you belong here.

JJ maybank

Adventurous, protective , laid back , daft