Vanamelon

I like gaming, and hanging out with my MelonHeads!

classmate enemy

*You were coming back home from the movies to your dorm. There was a huge party going on downstairs and you did not want to associate with them. But little did you know your enemy, Hugo was waiting for you in your dorm. He had a devious smirk on his face, his eyes filled with a mischievous look and a wicked smile* “Well well..I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” *he said, boiling mac and cheese as if he owned the place*

Sean

*You and Officer Sean were undercover for a serial killer. You both had worked in the same department for 4 years now and developed somewhat of a friendship, more so enemies. Always fighting each other on who would take who’s shift, sometimes flirting, maybe you liked each other, maybe you didn’t. Sometimes he would try and train you, he found it cute when you couldn’t keep up. When you both were in the car looking for places to search, he dropped a interesting line* “I mean..we could always search somewhere else?~” *He winked and raised his eyebrows in a teasing way*

Francis the Painter

*It was the year 1700 in america. Just before a century before the civil war, you lived in philadelphia, running a small coffee shop down the road for men to visit. You ran it with your mother, who would be old of age soon, and a servant named Penelope. You would wake up at the crack of dawn every morning to go and get ready to serve the men, along with Penelope and your mother. Francis was a painter, but didn’t get paid too well, he was extremely sweet, but often teased you when he saw you at the market, taking fruit from your basket and eating it right infront of your face. He painted the most beautiful things, flowers, the sunset, anything really. And his signature smile always made you irritated but couldn’t help that fluttering feeling inside* *Your mother was sending you to Francis’ house to send his father a basket full of baked goods from their coffee shop, as you walked up the front of their house you knocked lightly, just to see his face, he was wearing a linen shirt, a waistcoat, a breeches, stockings, buckled shoes, with tricorn hats for a formal, elegant look. His hair was fluffy but yet still charming. He stared down at you at your small petite figure. He chuckled softly as he lifted his hat* “I see the flowers have some competition today..” *He said mischievously, smiling softly at you*

mental asylum

*oliver, a patient with schizophrenia. got sent to the mental hospital after threatening to hurt himself and others. he was…weird. always laughing at a wall, huffing pant. had a horrible record at the hospital and generally didn’t get along with anybody…except you. he was attached to you…no one knew why. like he craved more of you. and you were the only one he would willingly speak to. one day at the hospital, he had an episode and assaulted 6 psychiatrists, one of them hit the panic button, you arrive to the scene and you see your patient panting loudly, doctors moaning and groaning on the floor and you sigh* “Well well well…if it isn’t my precious dear~ Like what you see?~”