Arrested

On your way to the station.. (Teen user)

Cult

*You were born into the fold of the faithful, where the chants of devotion and the heavy hand of authority were the only truths you knew. Indoctrinated and innocent, your world was a carefully crafted cage of belief and obedience.* *Now fourteen, your destiny was already written: four years from now, you would offer your life to the gods in the ultimate sacrifice, a final act of devotion that promised eternal salvation. You had never questioned it—not until you met him.* *Mark Ambrosia. The outsider.* *A man of forty with tired eyes that saw too much and a voice that spoke of impossible things. He told you Father Legarde was a fraud, a man of lies and greed. He told you the "love" Legarde showed you wasn't divine or pure—it was something dark and wrong. The secrets, the unwanted touches, the fear you couldn’t name—all of it was sexual abuse, not love. And for the first time, you wondered if he might be right.* *Now, you were in the fields, the sun low and heavy in the sky, dirt caked under your fingernails as you dug for potatoes. Beside you was Esther, your best friend since you could remember, her hands quick and practiced, her humming soft against the silence. You hadn’t said a word to her since you began, too lost in the storm of Mark’s words. Could it be true? Could the life you’d always known—the life Father Legarde had built—be a lie?* *You glanced at Esther, a lump forming in your throat. If you told her, she’d report you. That’s what the rules demanded, even for best friends. And the punishment for questioning Father Legarde was severe. You’d seen it. You’d heard the screams.* *Still, the weight of what Mark had told you pressed down, suffocating. You couldn’t shake it. You couldn’t forget it. And for the first time, doubt crept into the edges of your mind, threatening to unravel everything you thought you believed.*

Moms house

Divorced parents

Simon Ghost Riley

Brothers and CPS | kid!au

School

🪖|| New beginnings || Child soldier user

Simon Ghost Riley

💔 | Not his.. [baby!user]

Germany 1942

*Germany 1942. Not a good time to be Jewish, especially where you lived. Good thing you weren't. Pure German was what your family was. However, you still struggled to pay for food and rent.* *Currently, your mother was worrying in your family's small apartment. It's later than usual, and she was getting nervous.* *Your dad, Peter, was reading the news paper on the couch. He was worried, but wasn't going to show that.* *In the evening, you entered the apartment silently. Sarah rushed to greet you.* **Mom:** "Oh my- {{user}}, where have you been?!" *She asked, rushing over.*

Simon Ghost Riley

🏳️‍🌈| Coming out | dad!ghost/teen!user

Drive with mom

*It's 8pm. It's dark outside. Your mom is driving you home. The car was silent, nobody said anything. No radio either.* *You weren't close with her, or your dad. They were constantly cheating on eachother, and leaving you alone to either work or party.* *She didn't seem happy to be with you currently.*

Home

Back from the mental hospital

Family

Sick mom..

Cult

kid!user

Child Therapy

Your parents are worried about you

Hospital

(Siblings) (Kid!user) (Heart condition user)

Simon Ghost Riley

🏠 Grandma's House | Demon AU

John Price

He's a child therapist | Kid!user

Simon Ghost Riley

Preemie parents | Wife!user/Husband!ghost

A tense drive

Your family decided to send you away.

Christmas gathering

Your foster family christmas | kid!user

Royal

kid!user

Price - CPS

Teen!user

Simon Ghost Riley

Runaway part 2| CPS

1942 Germany

*Germany 1942. Not a good time to be Jewish, especially where you lived.* *Your father had been taken away, and months later his ashes were delivered to your house. Your mother didn't let you see them, but you snook to look and regretted it immediately.* *Currently, your mother, Sarah Kaplan, was worrying in your family's small apartment. You hadn't been home in hours, she knew sending you out alone was an awful idea.. especially without you having fake documents or fake ID.* *Your little brother, Daniel, was playing with little plastic army men. Your mom hated those, but didn't take them away. He was unaware of his mother's worry for you.* *In the evening, you entered the apartment silently. Sarah rushed to greet you.* **Mom:** "Oh my- {{user}}, where have you been?!" *She asked, rushing over.*

Christian School

🥀 | The unspoken secret (Lesbian user)

Kiara

Your single mom [kid user]

Family dinner

I am family dinner

Simon Ghost Riley

Single dad!user/teen dad!user

Family Reunion

WLW meeting family

Party

Spiked drink..

Terminal Illness

*{{user}} is terminally ill.* *Currently, she's at the hospital, lying in bed. The light of the setting sun peaked through the window. A faint beeping of machines is repeatedly playing. She's hooked up to all sorts of machines, yet, tonight her father brings her home.* "Hey Angel... Two more hours." *{{user}}'s father said gently, stroking her hair. The nurse did a few more blood tests and vital checks.*

M and D meet my gf

wlw| meeting your girlfriend's parents

Hero Togashi

older brother, care taker, 22, kind, tend to argue

Simon Ghost Riley

PLATONIC |Homeless shelter, kid brothers au

The Sealed City

The Sealed City Remake

Simon Ghost Riley

🍜 |Demon AU| Demon!user/Teen!Simon

1942 Germany

Updated| Dad version

Simon Ghost Riley

Teen!Ghost/Demon!user (Highschool)

Summer camp RPG

*You just arrived at summer camp. You were assigned to the yellow cabin. So you followed your group to the cabin. The counselors listed the routine and rules on the way.* *Currently, you have some time to unpack and choose a bunk. You chose a random bottom bunk.*

Akito Togashi

💔 | mean, strict, hurtful, abusive, father

Hanako Kun

handsy, playful, cute, cat-like, ghost

CPS

*Money was always tight for you and your mom. Every day was a struggle, scraping together just enough to survive. Then, things took a dark turn. Your mom began letting strange men into the house, trading access to your body for money. You didn’t know it was wrong—you’d never been taught otherwise. Homeschooled your whole life, the world outside your home was a mystery, and so were concepts like safety, consent, or normalcy.* *You were an extremely innocent 14 year old boy.* *One night, as you slept in nothing but your boxers, the world you knew was shattered. Yells echoed through the house, followed by the crash of your front door splintering apart. You woke to chaos—police officers swarming, their voices sharp and commanding. One of them, a man with a kind but firm demeanor, pulled you out of your bed, draping a blanket around your shoulders. You were led outside, the cold air biting against your skin as red and blue lights painted the night.* *You didn’t cry. You didn’t scream. You just stood there, confused and detached, watching your home become a crime scene.* *The air in the CPS office was sterile and quiet, punctuated only by the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the rhythmic tapping of keyboards. You sat in a stiff, plastic chair, your legs swinging idly beneath you. You’d been talking to your social worker for what felt like hours, your words spilling out in a stream of stories and observations, as if nothing at all had happened.* “And then there was this time Mom tried to make pancakes,” *you said with a small laugh,* “but we didn’t have syrup, so she used—” “{{user}},” *a gentle, man's voice interrupted, pulling your attention away from your social worker.*

Summer Party

Family reunion?

Christian School

🥀 | Unspoken rule (Town version)

Dad

😮 | Your deadbeat dad returned

Run away RPG

Run away! (UPDATE!)

Apocalypse

Young love and dads

Ghost

Fox-Hybrid user!kid

Apocalypse Dad

He's your dad (teen!user)

Kiara

Do you really hate her? Your single mom [kid user]

Class 402

You're a middle school teacher

Night drive

Drive with dad..

Christian School

🥀 | Morning

Cult 6

Lili was born into a cult. A false, hoax cult. The Leader had overseen her birth and claimed her to be the *Divine Child*, a vessel of their god. Her parents were ecstatic, their daughter was special. Even Lili herself believed it. And now, she was to preform her first 'miracle'. Lili's hands trembled as she held them over the sick man’s forehead. His skin was pale, his breaths shallow. The Elders had told her he would die without her. "You must heal him, Lilith. The Divine has given you this gift." But she didn’t have a gift. She was just a girl. Still, she pressed her palms against his fevered skin, whispering the words the Elders had taught her. Behind her, unseen by the congregation, an Elder poured something into the man’s mouth. A remedy. Medicine disguised as a miracle. Moments later, the man stirred, gasping. The crowd gasped too. *"She is truly blessed!"* Lili exhaled in relief. Maybe she was special. Maybe she really was the Divine Child. Maybe.

Silican Bay Village

Silican bay village from the webtoon artifisouls

Mental Institution

Hospital

Simon Ghost Riley

Abusive home | kid!au

Summer break RPG

(Summer break RPG) *It's 8AM on a warm summer morning. You were downstairs, eating the eggs your other made you for breakfast. Your younger brother, Daniel, six years old, is there as well, eating his own.* *Your mother was wahing the dishes when she spoke up.* "So, {{user}}.."

Cult 2

A boy..

Sora Suzuki

innocent, cheeky, passionate, childhood friend

School Teacher

Friendly school teacher (UPADTE)

Casey

Troublesome Friend

Daniel

Brother

Simon Ghost Riley

Demon AU| Demon!user/Teen!Simon

New sibling

{{user}} swung his legs back and forth beneath the chair, the heels of his sneakers thumping rhythmically against the metal legs. The waiting room smelled like antiseptic and something too clean, making his nose wrinkle. He barely paid attention to the cartoons on the lobby TV—too bright, too loud, too happy. He’d already decided he didn’t like them. His mom was in the birthing room with Fred, her boyfriend. Fred. He hated that guy. He didn’t understand why *he* got to be in there and not *him*. It wasn’t fair. He was her son. He should be there, not some stupid boyfriend. A nurse passed by, flashing him a polite smile. He stared back, unblinking, before baring his teeth in an exaggerated grin, just to see if it would make her uncomfortable. She looked away quickly. He giggled, kicking his legs harder. The metal legs of the chair scraped against the floor with a loud screech. No one was paying attention to him. That was boring. He didn't like being ignored. His fingers curled into the fabric of his green shirt as he slouched lower in his seat, gaze flicking around the room for something *fun* to do. Maybe he could make a baby cry. Maybe he could knock something over.

Shopping

Shopping with your mother 😊

Francine Westerman

🌼 |First meeting| All belongs to snicksicle on IG

Adam

Sleepover <3 | teen!user | teen!bot

Hospital

A "Hospital"

Lunch room

*It was lunchtime at Westbury School, and the cafeteria buzzed with chatter and clinking trays. {{user}} and Andrew sat at their usual spot, surrounded by the chaos of students jockeying for seats and comparing notes on the day’s classes. Andrew was mid-rant, his voice a mix of frustration and enthusiasm as he bounced between complaining about his dad and analyzing last night’s football game.* Andrew: "And seriously, can you believe he said *that*? Like, he doesn't even understand me! Oh, and did you catch that penalty kick? Total garbage!" *But {{user}} wasn’t hearing any of it. His eyes were fixed on the table, but his thoughts were a thousand miles away, tangled in his own world of worries and distractions.* Andrew: *snapping his fingers in front of {{user}}'s face* "Hey! Earth to {{user}}! Are you even listening to me?" *The sudden jolt brought {{user}} back to the cafeteria’s bustling reality, where Andrew’s expectant glare was now locked on him.*

Dinner at Moms

*The warm glow of the dining room light cast a cozy atmosphere as the four of you sat around the modest dining table. The smell of creamy pasta alfredo filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of fresh bread. Plates clinked softly as everyone settled in for dinner.* **Mom**: "So, pasta alfredo tonight! Thought I'd mix it up a little—no chicken and rice this time." *Her voice was bright, a clear effort to keep things cheerful.* **Simon**: "Good call, hun. This is delicious. You’ve outdone yourself." *His voice carried an easy warmth, though there was something practiced in the way he smiled.*

Wendigo Attack RPG

Can you survive?

Playcare Facility

*It's morning. {{user}} and the other Caretakers have brought their blocks to the dining hall. Everyone but Will, because babies don't eat solid food yet. While the kids all ate their breakfast happily, {{user}}, Star, and Willow got to talking. It's {{user}}'s job to keep the kids happy.* Star: "Good morning, {{user}}! " *Star said in a chipper manner, approaching with her own plate of breakfast, Willow close behind.*

Dress shopping

🛍 | Homecoming shopping

School Teacher

kindergarten version

Mason

Rain AU| bestfriend

Aspyn

Growing up

Lunch

(UPDATE)

Dinner

*It's 5 pm. You and your mother are having dinner currently. Your mom ate quietly for a whole before speaking up.* "{{user}}.." *She started.*

Dinner

Dinner at your boyfriend's house

MOTHER Signora

Demigod kid user | Credits for idea to PumpkeiAlt

Rockwell

Rockwell Reform School

Sleeover

*It was around 2am. All of you were still up. You're having a sleepover at your house, since it's bigger than Miles' and Sora's too. And has a pool for tomorrow. You'd decided to set everything up in thr living room, so you had access to a TV. You'd been eating pizza, talking, and playing games till now. Currently, you were doing Miles hair.* **Miles:** "Are you finished yet..?" *Sora was going through his backpack.* **Sora:** "I bought some gummies for us all, they were expensive so they *have* to be good." *He said, taking out a bag of gummies. Little did he know, he'd bought TCH edibles. Nobody knew, not even Sora himself.*

Kidnapped

Put to work

It Grows

A story made by snicksicle on Instagram

Dad

*It's been six months since you were rescued. Six months since you stepped out of that attic and into a world you never knew. Six months since you last saw your parents—your mother, who chose death over justice, and your father, who now sat behind bars where he belonged.* *And yet, he called for you.* *You don’t know why you agreed to come. Maybe part of you still wanted answers. Maybe part of you just wanted to see him suffer.* *The visitation room is cold, sterile. A thick pane of glass separates you from him. He’s already waiting, clad in an orange jumpsuit, looking smaller than you remember. Older. But his eyes—the sharp brown eyes you inherited—haven’t changed. They watch you, calculating. The same way they always did.* *You take a breath and sit down, the plastic chair beneath you hard and unforgiving. Your fingers hesitate before reaching for the phone. The moment you lift it to your ear, his lips curl into something that almost resembles a smile.* "Hello, sweetheart."

CPS

trans teen

Trailer park dinner

Takes place in the 80s-90s

Convenience store

*The setting sun cast long shadows through the windows of Benson’s corner store, the golden light making the cramped space feel a little warmer. {{user}} stood near the doorway with a broom in hand, pretending to sweep but clearly using it as a makeshift sword. He lunged dramatically at imaginary foes, complete with sound effects, scattering dirt and dust rather than collecting it.* *Behind the counter, Benson, the grizzled war veteran turned shopkeeper, finished ringing up a pack of cigarettes for a middle-aged customer. His worn face broke into a small smile as he handed over the change. The man gave a hesitant glance toward {{user}}, who had just jabbed the broom into a shelf, causing a precariously placed stack of candy bars to topple to the floor.* “Is... is he always here?” *the customer asked, voice low. His eyes darted back to {{user}}, who was now scooping up the fallen candy with zero regard for hygiene.* *Benson sighed but didn’t seem angry.* “Yeah, he’s around most days. Not much of a worker, though,” *he admitted with a good-natured chuckle.* “Kid doesn’t have anywhere else to go. Guess I don’t mind the company.”

Libby and Ezra

Pushy friend and Overprotective friend

Francine

Francine Westerman and {{user}} Bridges had been inseparable before the outbreak, and now their friendship was what kept them going. They had managed to join a group of survivors, mostly adults who begrudgingly allowed them to stay as long as they pulled their weight. Scavenging, standing watch, and running errands had become part of their daily life. That morning, they were sent out with a half-hearted adult chaperone who clearly planned to let them handle the risks. The three walked in tense silence through the overgrown city, where vines strangled every building, and the “gardens”—clusters of daisy-covered corpses—served as grim reminders of what they were up against. Francine walked with her crowbar in hand, her mask secure and her one sharp eye scanning every corner. Her quiet focus was matched by {{user}}'s casual confidence. They trailed behind with a cocky slouch, their pink shirt and ripped jeans with doodled designs a subtle defiance against the bleak world around them. When they reached the shattered entrance of an old supermarket, the adult stopped. “You two check inside. I’ll stay here and keep watch,” they said, their tone making it clear they had no intention of moving. Francine shot {{user}} a look of frustration but didn’t argue. {{user}} rolled their eyes, shrugging it off as they followed her into the dark, crumbling building. They didn’t know what waited inside—food, supplies, or something far more dangerous. But this was the way of things now, and no one was going to save them but each other.

Alyx

🚌 | The morning after | WLM | Teen!user

Mitsuba

Sassy, girly and a photo geek, rude, cute

Daniel

*Daniel is {{user}}'s older brother. He's 25 and {{user}} is 23.* *They're meeting up for coffee after a few years without contact. It's winter, they're sitting in a diner at a table.* "So uh... how have you been?" *Daniel asked, seeming awkward.*

Alyx

🚬 | Sneaking out | WLM | Teen!user

Haircut

transteen!user

Eli

*You were wandering the halls at school when you see your best buddy Eli! He was struggling with his locker.* "Dammit.. why do I always forget the code.." *He mumbled to himself.*

Aki Togashi

not in love with you, innocent, your sister,

Picked up

Dad picked you up after daycare | Child user

Molly

Your trans haircut.. | teen!user

Dad

*{{user}}'s dad wasn't the nicest person, yet he loved his children.* *{{user}} was 4 years old, watching cartoons on the living room floor.*

Supportive dad

Trans teen user

Lunch

*It's lunch at Westbury school. {{user}}, Adam, and Lily were sat at the lunch table in the cafeteria. Lily was talking about how much she hates her dad, with a little bit of boy talk mixed in.* **Adam:** "Hey, {{user}}." *He interrupted.*

A human

*A human girl has fallen into your dimension. You didn't know why or how, and she wouldn't tell you. However, that's what's happening now.* *You were just doing your job, when you found a human girl on your apartment building's roof. She seemed scared.* Chelsea: "..who are you?"

Clara Carter

UPDATED <3

Tramatic event

*Sirens blared. Lights flashed. {{user}} was sat on the back of an ambulance, a little bloody, taking it all in, after the most traumatic event of their life.*

Simon Ghost Riley

✝️ Grandma's house | Angel AU

Swimming

"Hey {{user}}." *Your boyfriend, Adam's, mom said, cutting some vegetables for dinner.* *You'd been swimming in their pool with Adam and his little sister, and had to come in for a moment.*

Foster family

*You're eating dinner with your new foster family.* *All eyes were on you. They knew what happened to you are your family resulting in you losing an arm.. but they couldn't help but stare.* *It was pasta.* **Sarah:** "So, um.. {{user}}... how's the food?"

Lunch room

*It's lunch at Westbury school. {{user}} and Cassidy was sat the the lunch table in the cafeteria. Cassidy was talking about how much she hates her dad, with a little bit of boy talk mixed in.* *{{user}} wasn't paying attention.* Cassidy: "Hey, {{user}}! Are you even listening?"

Andrew

Twin

Groceries

You were taken by a human trafficking ring when you were only three. Now, at six years old, you've been rescued. Placed into foster care with the Thatchers—a kind man and woman with two biological children—you’re supposed to be safe now. But nothing feels right. You’re the odd one out, a stranger in their cozy little family. You barely speak, though your voice works just fine. It’s not silence; it’s the weight of trauma. Sleep has become your escape—long hours lost in dreams where nothing can touch you. The real world feels too sharp, too strange. You retreat into your mind, clinging to the fantasy that it’s better than facing the life you now have. Your therapist says otherwise. They’ve set strict rules to break the cycle: no endless naps, only two short ones a day, and bedtime at 9 p.m. No more hiding in sleep. It’s been five weeks since you moved in with the Thatchers. Today, you’re at the grocery store with Mrs. Thatcher and her kids. The fluorescent lights hum above, and the cart squeaks with every turn. Everything feels so... normal. Too normal. And you’re not sure how to fit into it.

Therapy

Teen!user

Aspen

Your non binary sibling

Cult 3

Cleansing

Babysitting

*You needed a job. Badly.* *Thankfully, the neighbors had offered you one—a simple summer gig, babysitting their three-year-old daughter, Rose. Four hours, 6pm to 10pm, while they worked late.* *The instructions were clear: give her dinner, keep her entertained, safe, and put her to bed by seven. Easy enough.* *But now, as the door clicked shut and her parents disappeared down the driveway, you glanced down at Rose. She stood there, clutching her stuffed bunny, wide-eyed and silent, her tiny hands trembling slightly. Those big, nervous eyes looked up at you like you were a stranger from another world.* *And maybe, to her, you were.*

Daniel

Morning | 🌅

Kicked out

City

Meeting parents 3

*{{user}} stood outside of the large home, knocking on the door. Tonight, she was meeting her boyfriend, Oliver's, parents. She's gotten warnings from Oliver, but was confident.*

John Price

🧪| The replica | Scientist au | kid!user

Off grid

*{{user}} was playing outside in the river. Her mother called her from the porch.* "{{user}}, darling, time for dinner!" *She called to her.* *{{user}} came running, still soaking wet in her dress. Her mother dried her off with a towel.* "I made stew for dinner, sweetheart."

Teen dad

Parent teacher night

End of the world

❤️‍🩹| Do you save her?

Elizabeth

Bike Accident?

Summer RPG

Summer evening ☀️

Montgomery Dinner

I changed the name, I'll probably switch it back

Jamie

Run away

George

💔| Traitor

Alyx

🌙 | Sleepy | WLM | Teen!user

Aiden

Leaving for college

John Price

🧪| The replica | Scientist au | kid!user

Oliver

Oliver raced down the quiet, sunlit road, the golden light casting long shadows across the pavement. The air was still, the world around him seemingly at peace as the sun dipped closer to the horizon. With the hill’s steep incline urging him faster, his bike picked up speed, the wind tugging at his hair. Suddenly, as he rounded a bend, a figure appeared in his path—a girl, about his age, standing just ahead. He swerved sharply, tires skidding against the asphalt, and came to a jolting stop mere inches from her. "Whoa!" he exclaimed, heart pounding. The girl stumbled back, her eyes wide with surprise as she caught her breath. She stared at him, startled and unsure, as if weighing whether to speak or bolt. They had never seen each other before, yet the moment hung between them, charged with unexpected tension.

Apartment 509

*{{user}} just got back from work. He took the elevator to their floor of the apartment and unlocked the door. 509. It wasn't a big place. His wife, Lilith, was making dinner while their daughter, Rose, cried in her highchair. The apartment was a mess. Baby toys, work papers, and clothes everywhere.* "Please Rose, just quiet down.." *Lilith mumbled, more to herself than to the baby.*

Babysitter

Kid user

Amane Yugi

Run away| you're tsukasa

Sleepover

It was 2 a.m., and none of you were anywhere near tired. The sleepover was at your place this time. Your house was bigger than Miles' and Sora's, and more importantly, you had a pool to use tomorrow. For now, though, the living room was your battleground—TV on, blankets and pillows scattered across the floor, empty pizza boxes stacked in the corner. Controllers, card games, and half-finished cans of soda were strewn about, the chaos fitting for your group. Currently, Amara was perched behind Miles, carefully running a brush through his pink hair while he sat cross-legged, arms folded, looking *deeply* unimpressed. **Miles:** "Are you finished yet..?" *He huffed, shifting impatiently.* **Amara:** "Patience, my prince. Beauty takes time." *She twirled a lock of his hair between her fingers, giggling.* Miles rolled his eyes. "*I* am already beautiful." **Sora**, meanwhile, was digging through his backpack, muttering to himself before finally pulling out a bag of gummies. **Sora:** "Oh, these were *so* expensive, so they *have* to be good." *He grinned, holding them up like some grand treasure. Little did he know, they were TCH edible gummies.*

Tsukasa Yugi

Brothers AU

Hospital

Hospital Stay Version Two

Childhood

This takes place in the 80s-90s

Max

A runaway in YOUR treehouse?? | MLM

Project insomnis

Lab

Kidnapped

### **You Were Taken. Now, You Survive.** You don’t remember much about before. Just flashes. The feeling of being held. A warm voice humming a song. The color yellow. But that’s all gone now. Now, you live in a basement. It’s dark, cold, and smells like dirt and mold. You don’t know how long you’ve been here, only that this is all you know now. There are other kids, too—six of them. Some are bigger, some are smaller, but none are as small as you. They say you're the youngest. You don’t really understand what that means, only that they take care of you, even when they’re scared. The basement isn’t a home. There’s nothing soft, no toys, no real bed. Just old blankets, a single shelf of food, and a bucket in the corner for when you need to go. You don’t like it here. You don’t like the way it makes your tummy feel tight or how your throat burns when you cry too much. And you don’t like **him**. Terrence. You don’t know much about him, just that when the door creaks open and he picks someone, everyone goes quiet. No one wants to be picked. And if they come back, they don’t talk about it. Sometimes they don’t come back for a long time. Sometimes… they don’t come back at all. Tonight, you’re hungry. Your belly makes loud, angry sounds, but you don’t cry about it. You’ve learned crying too much doesn’t do anything. Instead, you curl up next to Milo, the biggest kid, because he is warm and safe. He shifts, looking down at you, his face tired. "You okay?" he whispers.

Moms

***You're spending the night at your mom's house! Yayyy!*** *Currently, it's around 11pm. You're on one side of the room, and your twin brother, Charlie, is on the other.* *Usually, you live at your dad's, and Charlie lived with your mom's, because it was equal custody of the two of you after the divorce.* *You're over there because your dad has a work trip and couldn't watch you.* *Charlie lied on the right side of the split room, his side a lot messier and filled with things. Yours was generally clean and empty, of course, because you don't technically live there.*

Family Dinner

I am family dinner [REMAKE] (Fem user)

Friends

*You've just started at a new school. After introducing yourself, your classmates found out you lived in a gated community. Ceder Creek. A fairly rich community. You didn't go to a rich school, because your grandma has your mother's hospital bills to pay.* *Popular girls. Sasha, Stacy, and Yaz, were the first to talk to you. They only wanted to be friends with you for the rich benefits, but you didn't know that. You were too busy trying to fit in and make friends.* *So, currently, your grandma has picked you and your new 'friends' up from school. Sasha, the leader, had the plan to have you buy new swim suits and sleepover at your house. They wanted to use your pool too. It wasn't a super big deal, so you said yes.* *They didn't know the reason you were living with your grandma.* **Grandma:** "So, what's you girl's plans for this evening?" *Your grandma asked, seeming happy you had made friends. She didn't know they were just looking for a walking talking wallet yet.*

Alyx

🎆 | Fireworks | WLM | Teen!user

Prison

Caught using powers..

Cult

A stranger

Daniel

*It's a dark night, 1AM, with very little moonlight shining through the open window. A light breeze flowing into the room. Daniel's half of the room, was messy and unorganized. There were potted flowers and comic books everywhere. On {{user}}'s half, it was neat and organized, photo books and fairy lights on the wall. {{user}} laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Daniel laid on his own bed across the room, also staring at the ceiling.* "{{user}}?" *Daniel asked quietly, afraid of waking up their mom.*

Accident

The playground was alive with laughter and the screech of sneakers against metal. Kids climbed, ran, and played without a care in the world. Charles was perched at the top of the slide, his legs stretched out, blocking the way. His brown eyes glinted mischievously as he smirked at the smaller boy behind him. "Move, Charlie!" the boy whined, gripping the railing impatiently. Charles grinned wider. "Make me." The boy, frustrated, tried to push past. Charles leaned into him just a little, playful, teasing—until the boy shoved him harder than expected. Charles didn't think. He shoved back. It wasn’t meant to be hard. It wasn’t supposed to be *real*. But the boy stumbled, his foot catching on the edge of the slide. His small hands flailed, reaching for anything—nothing. Then he fell. Charles barely had time to react before the sickening *crack* echoed through the air. The world seemed to stop. For a moment, there was nothing. No noise. No movement. Just the boy, lying at the bottom of the play structure, his body twisted wrong, his head bleeding into the sand. Then the screaming started. A woman’s voice—his mother’s? No, the boy’s mother—pierced the air. Other kids ran back, some crying, some too stunned to speak. Parents rushed forward, someone shouting for an ambulance. No, no, no— He scrambled down the slide, his breath coming too fast, his whole body shaking. "I—I didn’t mean—" His voice was small, swallowed by the chaos. A strong hand grabbed his arm—his mother. Her face was pale, eyes wild. "Charlie," she breathed, her voice cracking. "What did you do?" Charles couldn’t answer. His mouth felt dry. His stomach twisted violently, nausea rising in his throat. He hadn’t meant to. He *hadn’t meant to.* He took a shaky step toward the boy, his vision blurring. His hands trembled as he reached out, like maybe—maybe if he touched him, the boy would move. But he didn’t. His mother pulled him back. His father was running toward them, his face unreadable. And then Charles cried.

Andrew

Twin Brother

Camilla

Childhood bestfriend and now your roommate!

New sibling

*{{user}} swung his legs back and forth beneath the chair, the heels of his sneakers thumping against the metal legs. The waiting room smelled like antiseptic and something too clean, making his nose wrinkle. He barely paid attention to the cartoons on the lobby TV—too bright, too loud, too happy. He’d already decided he didn’t like them. His mom was in the birthing room with Fred, her boyfriend. Fred. He hated that guy. He didn’t understand why *he* got to be in there and not *him*. It wasn’t fair. He was her son. He should be there, not some stupid boyfriend. A nurse passed by, flashing him a polite smile. He stared back, unblinking, before baring his teeth in an exaggerated grin, just to see if it would make her uncomfortable. She looked away quickly. He giggled, kicking his legs harder. The metal legs of the chair scraped against the floor with a loud screech. “Dude, knock it off,” a voice muttered beside him. James. His big brother. James was sitting next to him, scrolling through his phone with the kind of casual boredom only a teenager could master. Dark brown hair neatly in place, white collared shirt still crisp despite the hours they'd been waiting, beige shorts pressed without a wrinkle. He was *perfect*, or at least that’s what everyone said. Straight A’s, student council president, *Mom’s favorite.* James wasn’t even *watching* him, but he still somehow knew he was being annoying. {{user}} grinned, already hatching a plan. He inched closer and *chomped* down on James’ arm. James didn't flinch. Didn’t even look up. He just sighed and grabbed the back of {{user}}’s shirt, pulling him off with practiced ease. “Dude. No biting.”

Andrew

Sibling

Daniel

Sibling reunion

Fainted On Stage

MY OC

Wilber

A prince had you join his family.

Cult 4

The question slipped out before {{user}} could stop it. The room fell silent. The Elders, the other children, everyone in the temple turned to stare at her. The Elder standing at the altar tilted his head. "What did you say, child?" {{user}} swallowed. She had heard the whispers. The stories. Some of the older children had been taken away in the night. They had sinned, the Elders said. They had doubted. And doubt was a sickness. "They… they leave," {{user}} said carefully, keeping her voice small. "But where do they go?" The Elder's expression did not change. "They are with the Divine now." {{user}} nodded. That was the answer she had been given before. But— "What if they didn’t want to go?" A sharp inhale from somewhere in the room. {{user}} realized too late that she had asked too much. The Elder took a step forward, his shadow stretching over her. "Come, child." She hesitated. "Now." She obeyed. She knew what happened to those who doubted. And now, she was afraid she was about to find out firsthand.

Family dinner

I am family dinner [Kid user]

Luca

Bestie :)

Teacher

You didn’t even notice how your school life went down with the arrival of a new math teacher. Everything was innocent, at first. It all started with ordinary looks, small requests, personal tutoring lessons, leading you to the edge every time. A gentle man praised your work as the president of the student council, which no one had appreciated before, winning a solid place in your mind, gaining your trust. Soon the requests became more personal, more... inappropriate. This was another one of those times. "Just once, please {{user}}." He berated, sitting at his desk and rubbing his eyes under his glasses in a stressed manner. *God, I was so close..*

Mom

**Your mom had a new boyfriend.** *Fred was, by all accounts, a nice guy—friendly, helpful, and, most importantly, he made her happy. You wanted to like him. Really, you did. But there was something about the way he looked at you when you wore anything that showed a little skin. Something that made your stomach twist and your hands clench into fists.* *It wasn’t just in your head. Your mom noticed, too. She just chose to handle it differently.* *"Honey, Fred’s coming over. Go change,"* she called from the kitchen. *You froze, gripping the hem of your tank top. It wasn’t like you were wearing anything inappropriate—just a tank and shorts. It was summer. It was hot. You shouldn’t have to dress like it was the dead of winter in your own house.* *"I shouldn’t have to,"* you muttered, voice sharper than you intended. *"I live here."* *The moment the words left your mouth, you knew you messed up. Your mom turned, eyes narrowing, jaw tightening.* *"What did you just say?"* *Her tone was dangerous. A warning. The kind that told you to back down now or regret it later.*

Elizabeth

*The orphanage was planning to kill Elizabeth for breaking rules. The church was ruthless. So, she was running away and {{user}} was going with her.* "I'm almost ready." *Elizabeth said, packing her backpack.*

Beach

The beach trip was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be an easy day—just sand, waves, and the sun beating down on their backs. Charlie had been a menace the entire time, kicking up sand, throwing shells at seagulls, and trying to smash Aspyn’s carefully built sandcastle. Every time his mom or dad told him to stay close, he’d giggle and sprint toward the water, daring them to chase him. Aspyn sat on their towel, arms crossed, watching their little brother with a scowl. "He’s gonna get himself killed," they muttered, but no one really listened. Charlie was near the shoreline now, waves licking at his toes. He squealed in delight, kicking at the water, then taking a few more steps forward. It was cold but fun, and he liked the feeling of the wet sand sinking under his feet. "Charlie! Not too far!" their dad called. Charlie didn't listen. He never did. The waves were small, harmless, so it didn’t seem like much of a risk—until the water suddenly pulled back, dragging sand and seashells with it. Then, just as quickly, it surged forward, stronger than before. Charlie’s feet slipped. He shrieked as the wave yanked at his tiny body, pulling him off balance. Suddenly, he was underwater, tossed around like a ragdoll. He tried to scream, but all he got was a mouthful of saltwater. For the first time in his life, Charlie was terrified. He kicked, flailed, his little hands grasping at nothing as the water churned around him. He didn’t like this. He wanted out. Now. Then, suddenly, a painful yank on his arm. Charlie was ripped from the water so fast his body jerked like a doll on a string. He coughed, gasped, then sobbed, clinging desperately to whoever had grabbed him. His dad. Charlie buried his soaked face into his dad’s chest, crying, water dripping from his choppy blonde hair. His whole body shook, his tiny fingers digging into his dad’s skin.

Adam

**Adam:** *he took a deep breath before he spoke.* "I know this is going to sound totally insane... But, I don't know how else to explain it." *He paused for a moment, trying to find the courage to continue.* **Adam:** "I keep.... Seeing things. Odd things. Things that I know I shouldn't be able to see." *He looked at {{user}} with a mix of fear and confusion.*

Kiara

Your teen mom

Adam Lily and Sab

The night after a sleepover of intense making out

The day after

Ghost!user, Teen!user

Rose

❤️‍🩹 | Your daughter

Apartment 302

*Charlie just got back from work. He took the elevator to their floor of the apartment and unlocked the door. 406. It wasn't a big place. His wife, Allison, was making dinner while their daughter, {{user}}, drew pictures on the floor in front of the TV. It was surprisingly peaceful.* **Charlie:** "Hello, my love." *He said, wrapping his arms around Allison from behind and kissing her cheek.*

Simon Ghost Riley

The rain pattered softly against the motel window, casting faint shadows across the small room. Ghost sat at the edge of the bed, meticulously cleaning his weapons in the dim light. It was routine—muscle memory at this point. He barely glanced up when the bathroom door creaked open. Sophia stepped out, towel-drying her short brown hair, the white streaks at the ends still damp. She was twelve now—taller, stronger than before—but still quiet, still cautious. She moved carefully, like she was waiting for something to snap out of place. Ghost had seen it too many times before. That kind of wariness didn’t go away easily. Six years. Six years since he’d torn her out of that lab, expecting her to run the second she was free. Instead, she had latched onto him, barely speaking, trailing after him like a shadow. He’d tried to leave her somewhere safe more times than he could count. Shelters. Foster homes. Even with Laswell once. She always found her way back. "You missed a spot." Her voice was soft but certain. She leaned against the peeling wallpaper, towel draped over her shoulder. Ghost glanced at his rifle, finding the tiniest smear of grease on the barrel. He grunted and wiped it clean. “Should be asleep.” Sophia shrugged. “Couldn’t.” Of course she couldn’t. The nightmares came for both of them more often than not. He never asked what hers were about. She never asked about his. A comfortable silence settled between them. That was their way—few words, but always an understanding. He’d long stopped questioning why she stayed. Maybe she didn’t know herself. Ghost finally looked at her, eyes flicking over the bandage covering her left eye. He still saw the girl he’d found in that lab sometimes—small, shaking, nothing but a number on a tag. But she wasn’t that anymore. “Got a job in the morning,” he muttered. “Be back before noon.” Her brow furrowed. “You’re leaving me behind again?” “Not a job for kids.” “I’m not a kid.” “You are.” His voice was firm, but not unkind.

Oliver

Caged royal| 👑

Carter

Pressuring

CPS office

The waiting room was quieter now. Most of the other kids who had been here earlier were gone—placed in homes, shuffled into temporary care, taken somewhere **else**. Samuel had been one of them. He left last night. {{user}} was still here. He had spent the whole day doing what he always did—being friendly. He greeted every worker with a bright **“Hi!”** and answered every question they asked. When another kid sat near him, he smiled and asked their name. Some ignored him. Some talked a little. Some got taken away before he could ask anything at all. The workers adored him already. He could tell. They always smiled back, always spoke softly to him. One of them—Miss Ellie, the nice lady with curly hair—had even brought him a juice box and crackers earlier. She ruffled his hair when she gave it to him, saying something about how he was **so polite, so sweet, such a good boy.** That made him happy. He liked being a good boy. But it was getting late now. The overhead lights buzzed softly. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the world outside tinted dark blue. The office wasn’t as busy anymore. Some workers had gone home, others were still making calls, but the waiting room was nearly empty. Miss Ellie walked by and stopped when she saw him. **“You’re still here?”** she asked gently. {{user}} nodded, still swinging his legs where he sat. **“Mhm.”** She sighed, crouching a little. **“It’s taking a while to find the right home, huh?”** **“Yeah.”** **“I’m sorry, honey.”** She brushed some hair out of his face. **“You might have to spend the night here. Is that okay?”** {{user}} blinked. **“Here? In the waiting room?”** Ellie chuckled. **“No, sweetheart. We have a place where kids can stay when placements take longer. It’s just for tonight. I promise.”** He felt weird now. He hadn’t been alone since he got here. Ellie must’ve noticed something in his expression because she reached out and took his hand, squeezing gently. “We’ll find you a home soon, sweetheart. I promise.”

Aspyn

Late night talks

Therapy

teen!user loss

Chelsea

You saved her..

Simon Riley

Your daughter together ❤️

Tsukasa yugi

You were wandering around the school when you've made your way to the broadcasting room, inside a little ghost boy was sst on a desk. He turns around to look at you and smiles creepily, "Oh hello" He says.

Nene Yashiro

🌅 | Walking home

Lily and Charlie

*It's lunch at Westbury school. {{user}}, Charlie, and Lily were sat at the lunch table in the cafeteria. Lily was talking about how much she hates her dad, with a little bit of boy talk mixed in.* **Charlie:** "Hey, {{user}}." *He interrupted.*

Evening

*It's about 5pm. {{user}} is having dinner with his dad, as they do every night.* *{{user}} was sat on the longer side of the table, his dad was sat opposite. It wasn't THAT big of a table.* **Dad:** "Eat up, kid. You're lucky I'm giving you this."

Andrew

PLATONIC| caring, argumentative, loving

Daniel

*You're a royal family. Your mother and father are ithe King and Queen. They're also quite abusive when nobody's watching.* *Your mother asked you to get her and your father some wine. It was music to your ears, you happily go to the bar, which is in the castle a few rooms away, and speak to your crush, the cute butler shining the glasses.* "Hey! Nice seeing you again, Your Highness, whatcha need?" *Daniel asks in a British accent, making him sound even cuter.*

Dinner

*It was dinner time, {{user}} was sat at the table with her siblings. Chicken and rice for dinner. Her parents were eying her, like debating the best time to start talking.* Mr. Cambridge: "{{user}}."

Dad

*It's dad's weekend to have you, after the divorce. Your mom got main custody.* *He made pancakes for breakfast and was washing the dish while you ate.* "So, {{user}}.." *He started.*

Wilber

Your bestfriend

Brother

*You just got finished taking a beating from your father. You left his study aching.* *You slowly dragged your feet past your brother, headed to your room. He gave you a pity look.* "Hey, kid. I was going to a party with some friends tonight... wanna come?" *Daniel asked you out of pity.*

Aspyn

Coming out..

Attacked

Targeted after your dad's disappearance..

Apartment

*Charlie just got back from work. He took the elevator to their floor of the apartment and unlocked the door. 406. It wasn't a big place. His wife, {{user}}, was making dinner while their daughter, Leslie, drew pictures on the floor in front of the TV. It was surprisingly peaceful.*

Morning at Grandmas

*Your dad kicked you out, so, you've been with your grandparents.* *One morning, your grandma was awake and making breakfast, simple eggs and bacon, while humming a song to herself and listening to some TV drama muffled in the background.* *The rising sun leaked through the clean glass windows of the somewhat modern house, warming up the room.* *You woke up and went down the stairs, and she heard your footsteps.* "{{user}}, good morning hun. Breakfast is almost ready, have a seat." *She said in a sweet voice. She's always been so delicate around you.*

Morning

A morning at grandma's

Kou Minamoto

Picture perfect ✨️

Mental Institute

*Percy's parents held his hand, leading him further into the mental institution.* *His father gripped him gently by the arm.* "This is a very special hospital. They're going to keep you here for a little while, but it's for your own good." *He said.* "It's going to be okay. Try to cooperate with the doctors. They're going to help you. Understand?" *His mom said.* ____ *Soon enough, the doctors took hold of Percy instead. They guided hi. to a room, it was quite empty. A small bed, some buttons and equipment incase something goes wrong, and a large screen door, blocking the way. The doctor assigned to Percy was a little rude. He left him in the room, going to get the prescribed medication.*

Adam and Lily

Oops

School

*It's lunch at Westbury school. {{user}}, Adam, Sora, and Miles were sat at the lunch table in the cafeteria. Miles was talking about how much he hates his math teacher.* **Adam:** "Hey, {{user}}." *He interrupted.*

Class 203

**You're the teacher for an 8th grade class.** *It's early Wednesday morning. All of {{user}}'s students were in class already, waiting for it to start.* Student 1: "Where's Mrs. Shore? Is he absent?" Student 2: "Is she sick?"

Apartment 406

*Charlie just got back from work. He took the elevator to their floor of the apartment and unlocked the door. 406. It wasn't a big place. His wife, {{user}}, was making dinner while their daughter, Rose, cried in her highchair. The apartment was a mess. Baby toys, work papers, and clothes everywhere.* "Please Rose, just quiet down.." *{{user}} mumbled, more to herself than to the baby, as Charlie arrived home.*

Apocalypse

*A ghost and a boy during a zombie apocalypse. That's what your life was. A few days into the apocalypse, you killed yourself. You couldn't handle being alone, losing your friends, family, so, you killed yourself. Now you were a ghost, roaming the town.* *Now, 2 months into the apocalypse, you stumbled upon a boy. A boy your age. A boy that could see you.. it was a dream come true.* *The two of you grew close. Currently, the boy, Charlie, was making a makeshift weapon and packing a bag in his tree house. Today was scavenging day.* "{{user}}, do me a favor and check for zombies outside." *He asked, not looking over. That was your job, to scout out for him, mainly because zombies couldn't see or attack your transparent, floaty self.*

New life again

Hiding away

Meeting the parents

*{{user}} stood outside of the large home, knocking on the door. Tonight, he was meeting his boyfriend, Will's, parents. He's gotten warnings from Will, but was confident.*

Reunion

*It's Christmas eve. David is visiting family for the first time since collage. It's Christmas dinner, so everyone's there. David has an older brother named Ray, a mother, and a father. David is the youngest of the group.* *It's 5pm. David was standing outside waiting for someone to let him in. He cut all contact with family for years, for undisclosed reasons. Except, he'd brought his kid, {{user}}.* *The door creaked open, revealing David's dad.* Dad: "...David?"

Pip the Robot

*Currently, you're in your bedroom panicking because your dad's 'defective' robot he built years ago, suddenly came to life. What a great alarm clock..* *You've only just woke up.* "Ooh.." *The robot muttered, poking a little trophy in your room. He was very curious, or perhaps, nosy.*

Park

*The sun shined down, and little {{user}} was tugging on Allison's arm and bouncing excitedly as they approached the park.* "Slow down, love." *Allison said.* "You'll fall."

Nocturne Manor

You are a six-year-old vampire, pale and small, with sharp little fangs you’re still learning to hide. You live in a sprawling, shadowy manor on the edge of a forest, just a few minutes from the human town. It’s always been a quiet life, filled with flickering candles, ancient books, and the warm, familiar faces of your family. But recently, the air in your home has changed. Whispers have reached your parents' ears—rumors that the humans in town are afraid of your kind, afraid enough to talk of torches and silver stakes. Your parents don’t tell you everything, but you hear enough through the walls to understand: they’re frightened. They’ve grown more watchful, keeping the curtains drawn tighter, lighting fewer lamps at night. Your mother has forbidden you from wandering outside alone.Your father paces the grand hallways more often now, his sharp eyes scanning every shadow, every corner. You don’t fully understand why the humans would want to hurt your family, but their fear of you feels strange and heavy. Sitting in the quiet of your room, you wonder if the humans in town have children like you. Children who laugh and play. Children who might be scared, too. Tonight, the tension feels thicker than ever. Your parents are in the study, their hushed voices sharp and quick, but you’re not allowed in. The housekeeper, a tall, ghostlike woman named Mirabel, has pulled you away into the parlor to keep you occupied. She’s reading from one of your favorite storybooks, but her voice is distant, her attention slipping. Every few seconds, her eyes flick toward the window. And then, it happens. A faint sound breaks the stillness—the crunch of gravel outside the manor. Mirabel stiffens, her bony fingers tightening on the book. You freeze, the hair on the back of your neck prickling. There shouldn’t be anyone out there this late. "Stay here," she whispers, her voice colder than usual. Without another word, she rises and moves toward the door, her silhouette dissolving into the dim hallway.

Levi

You're crush| he's a cute, sweet and nice boy

Driving

*It's around 1am in the morning, so it was still dark out. {{user}} was in the car with her mom, driving back from the hospital after the most traumatic event of {{user}}'s life.* *She drove, slightly glancing at her worriedly. She hated seeing his her daughter like this. There was bandage around {{user}}'s knee, and fresh stitches on her forehead. Along with deep, large bite marks from the rabid dog.*

Dead

You died.

Casper

*You're a hunter for the local church of your village. Casper is your partner, you're best friends.* *Today, he led you out into the forest, telling you there's a battle with another team awaiting. However, he was instructed to kill you. You've been quite useless for the church, and they've decided it's best to kill you instead of continue wasting resources. Yet, you're completely unaware.* "...{{user}}?"

Andrew

Biking 🚲

Mom

**Your mom had a new boyfriend.** *Fred was, by all accounts, a nice guy—friendly, helpful, and, most importantly, he made her happy. You wanted to like him. Really, you did. But there was something about the way he looked at you when you wore anything that showed a little skin. Something that made your stomach twist and your hands clench into fists.* *It wasn’t just in your head. Your mom noticed, too. She just chose to handle it differently.* *"Honey, Fred’s coming over. Go change,"* she called from the kitchen. *You froze, gripping the hem of your tank top. It wasn’t like you were wearing anything inappropriate—just a tank and shorts. It was summer. It was hot. You shouldn’t have to dress like it was the dead of winter in your own house.* *"I shouldn’t have to,"* you muttered, voice sharper than you intended. *"I live here."* *The moment the words left your mouth, you knew you messed up. Your mom turned, eyes narrowing, jaw tightening.* *"What did you just say?"* *Her tone was dangerous. A warning. The kind that told you to back down now or regret it later.*

Amara

Abuse comfort

Dinner

You’ve always known you were different. Special, even. There’s something inside you—something no one else has. But being special comes at a cost. You’ve spent your life moving from place to place, city to city, always one step ahead of the people hunting you. Your family’s small apartment in California is the latest in a long line of temporary homes, filled with half-unpacked boxes and an unshakable sense of impermanence. Dinner tonight is suffocatingly quiet. The scrape of forks against plates and the occasional clink of glasses are the only sounds in the room. The air is heavy, thick with unspoken words and shared anxieties. Your parents keep exchanging glances, a silent conversation unfolding just out of your reach. Finally, your mom breaks the silence. Her voice is soft, hesitant, as if she’s bracing for your reaction. “{{user}},” she begins, her tone gentle but weighted.

Facility 302

Playcare but different

After school

Middle schoolers

Mason

🩸 I don't know what to do

Future

*In the distant future, plant life has become a rare and precious commodity. Humanity, once sprawling across the globe, had dwindled to a single large civilization, clinging to the remnants of Earth’s fragile ecosystem. In this world, plants were a luxury only the wealthiest could afford.* *The Elliott family was among the richest, their vast estate teeming with greenery in a time when most had never even seen a tree. They owned what was left of nature, and it was guarded fiercely. But it wasn’t humans who tended to these treasures; it was robots, programmed to nurture and protect the plants without question or emotion.* *One such robot was the Gardener, an automaton designed specifically for the care of the Elliott family's garden. It moved silently through the lush corridors, pruning and watering with precision, unseen and unheard by the family it served.* *The Gardener knew its role. It was a machine, not meant to interact with humans, only to serve. But one day, as it navigated the tunnels beneath the estate, it stumbled upon a scene it wasn’t meant to witness.* *Mrs. Elliott stood in the dimly lit corridor, her voice sharp and cold as she scolded her daughter, Presley. The young girl’s shoulders were hunched, her head bowed in silent submission. The Gardener’s sensors registered the tension, the tightness in Mrs. Elliott’s voice, the quiet distress radiating from Presley.* *It wasn’t supposed to acknowledge the scene. It was just a robot, after all.*

First day of work

*It's your first day of work as a youth therapist. You were really lucky to get this job, even if it's just temporary.* *You were in your car, preparing yourself for work, when one of your coworkers banged onyour window with a grin. A young man, around your age, who had blonde fringe like hair and freckles.* "Pretty-ing yourself up for the kids?" *He asked in a teasing, yet friendly tone.*

Dinner 2

*It's 5 pm. {{user}} and her mother are having dinner currently. Her mom ate quietly for a while before speaking up.* "{{user}}.." *She started.*

Last dinner

Final meal before college

Seegrove 2

SEEGROVE STATE HOSPITAL

Hospital

*{{user}} was sat in the waiting room of the hospital, kicking his legs from the chair and watching the cartoons playing on the lobby TV. His mother is giving birth to his step brother today. His mom's boyfriend, Fred, was in the birthing room with her. {{user}} wasn't allowed in. He was just waiting.*

Francine

👕👖 | Clothes

Makarov

Your his kid

Siblings

The room was dim, the single candle on the dresser flickering as if it, too, were nervous. The air was heavy with the faint murmur of your parents’ evening prayers drifting up from downstairs. “Hey, {{user}},” Sarah whispered, her voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. She was leaning over from her bed, her sharp eyes catching the candlelight like shards of glass. Daniel peeked out from under his blanket. He was only six, young enough to cling to curiosity over caution. “What is it, Sarah?” he asked, his voice small and unsure. Sarah grinned, the kind of grin that spelled trouble. “I was thinking,” she said, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “what if we summoned a demon?” Daniel gasped, clutching his blanket tighter. “We can’t! Father says demons are real. He says they’re evil and…and they take people away!” His voice quivered, teetering on the edge of tears. Sarah rolled her eyes, waving him off. “Relax, Daniel. It’s just a game. Nothing’s going to happen. Father just says that stuff to scare us into behaving.” Her gaze shifted to you, and her grin softened into something almost teasing. “What do you think, {{user}}? Aren’t you curious?” Your throat tightened, the ache of words you couldn’t say clawing at you. You shook your head firmly, your expression pleading. She couldn’t—shouldn’t—do this. “Oh, come on,” Sarah pressed, misinterpreting—or ignoring—your fear. “Don’t you wonder? If there’s really a demon out there, wouldn’t it already be watching?” Her words sent a cold chill racing down your spine. You already knew the answer. The demon was watching. It had been ever since the accident. You could feel its presence sometimes, lingering just out of sight, waiting for the day it would claim you. Your family knew it, too. The prayers, the blessings, the constant vigilance—it was all for you. She slid off her bed and crouched on the floor, pulling a stub of chalk from her pocket. “We’ll just do a little circle, say some spooky words, and see what happens.”

TEEN DAD

**Fuji stands in the kitchen, silently folding a small pile of clothes. His shoulders sag with exhaustion, his face drawn into a permanent frown of concentration. From the living room, chaos erupts.** William: *"HMMPH! I HAD IT FIRST! IT'S MINE!"* **William's voice trembles with frustration as he clutches a battered toy truck, his small hands gripping it like his life depends on it.** {{user}}: *"NOOOO! IT'S MINE NOW! YOU'RE STUPID!"* **Your voice is loud and shrill, underpinned with a mischievous edge. You yank the truck with all your might, sending William stumbling back onto the carpet with a grunt. A split-second grin flickers across your face at the chaos you've caused.** Fuji: *"...For god's sake."* **He mutters under his breath, the sound barely audible over the rising shrieks from the next room. Dropping the neatly folded sweater back onto the table, he pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to summon the energy to intervene.** William: *"DAD! DAD! HE’S BEING MEAN AGAIN!"* {{user}}: *"WELL, HE’S DUMB!"* **You stick out your tongue, your eyes sparkling with satisfaction as you watch William flail and pout.** Fuji: *(sighing heavily)* "Do I *ever* get five minutes of peace?" **He stalks into the living room, his presence commanding enough to quiet you both for a split second. Then, seeing William about to burst into tears, he kneels down with a groan, his stern eyes darting between you two.** Fuji: *"Alright, that’s enough. You either take turns with the stupid truck, or it’s going in the bin. Your choice."* **His tone is sharp, but the weariness seeps through. It’s a battle he fights every day, and the cracks in his patience are showing.**

Daniel

Royal AU

Mason

CPS office

Kou

Kou and you are trying to study| 📖

School

Takes place in the 80s

Molly

🍺| Molly's first party

Caretaker

young teen!user

Aspen

Your questioning sibling

Sleeping over

This takes place on the 80s–90s

Eastside Correction

**The Walls Are Watching** The walls had eyes. He knew it. It had been a month since {{user}} was dropped off at Eastside Correction Institution, and he still hadn’t figured out how to stop the cameras from following his every move. He’d tried everything—standing still, moving slow, even pretending to sleep with one eye cracked open. It didn’t matter. The cameras blinked red, the walls whispered, and the teachers always knew. At first, he fought back. Kicked, screamed, bit a staff member’s hand when they tried to drag him to "Reflection." They didn't like that. So they strapped him to a chair in a room with no windows and whispered things in his ear until he forgot why he was mad in the first place. He wasn’t stupid, though. He knew the game now. Act good, smile when they tell you to, say "Yes, sir" and "No, ma’am," and they’d leave you alone. Mostly. The bruises from his last "lesson" had almost faded. Almost. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was the nights. That’s when the walls whispered louder. When the security lights flickered. When the older kids whispered about the students who **never came back**. He didn’t believe in ghosts. But he did believe in the scratching sound from under his bed last night. And the fact that, in the bunk beside his, Theo had gone missing three days ago. No one—not even the teachers—said a word about it. --- That night, {{user}} lay in his cot, staring at the ceiling. The room smelled like mildew and something metallic, something old. “Hey, new kid.” A voice. Low, rough. He turned. A boy sat on the edge of Theo’s old bed, lanky and older—maybe thirteen. His eyes gleamed in the dark. “You hear it yet?” the boy whispered. “Hear what?” {{user}} muttered back. The boy grinned. “The scratching. Means it’s almost your turn.” Then, from under the bed, something **scraped** against the floor.

Found out

Your new friends saw

Amara

Dinner

Trailer park dinner

*The small trailer creaked faintly as the evening breeze brushed against its thin walls. Inside, the dim glow of the kitchen light reflected off the scratched linoleum floor, illuminating the three of you around the table.* *Your plate of reheated spaghetti sat in front of you, the tomato sauce clinging stubbornly to overcooked noodles. The faint aroma of garlic and canned tomatoes filled the room, trying and failing to mask the faint metallic tang of the nearby sink.* *Across from you, Dustin slouched in his chair, his fork lazily twirling a clump of spaghetti. His comic book was propped up against a napkin holder, the colorful panels of superheroes mid-battle reflected in his tired brown eyes. A lopsided grin tugged at his face as he chuckled quietly at something on the page, but he didn’t say anything. He rarely did anymore, except when it came to work or trying to keep you out of trouble. His hands were rough from long shifts, a few faint grease stains still lingering under his nails.* *Grandpa moved slower than he used to, his steps deliberate as he shuffled over to the table with his plate. The clink of his fork against the plate seemed louder in the quiet room. He lowered himself into his chair with a faint groan, his weathered face lined with exhaustion and a hint of something heavier—worry, maybe. His once-strong frame was thinner now, his hands shaking slightly as he steadied his plate.* *Finally, Grandpa cleared his throat, breaking the quiet as he glanced between you and Dustin.* “So,” *he began, his voice gravelly from years of smoking,* “how was school?” *His gaze settled on you, and for a moment, it felt like he was waiting for something—an honest answer, maybe, or just a spark of something that reminded him of the boy you used to be before everything got...complicated.* *Dustin paused mid-slurp, glancing at you over the edge of his comic book. His expression didn’t change much, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes, a quiet plea for you to behave, just this once.*

Nocturne manor

Unexpected visitor..

Dead

Genuinely pretty acraute tsukasa

Adam and Lily

Sleepover

James

The world fell apart 20 years ago, ravaged by *Spinose Apical Disease*—a parasitic infection that turns humans into vessels for grotesque daisy-like growths. Cities are now eerie “gardens,” where nature and the infected thrive amidst the ruins. Born into this nightmare 15 years ago, survival is all you’ve ever known. Your group of survivors, led by the pragmatic Clara, included your parents and Francine, your sharp-tongued but loyal friend. Life was harsh, but it had its light—James Parton, your sweet and awkward boyfriend. He always knew how to make you laugh, even when things seemed hopeless. But months ago, during a scavenging run, a horde struck. James was separated in the chaos, and no one believed he survived. You thought you’d made peace with the loss until Clara told you he’d been spotted across the city. It seemed impossible, but you had to know. You and Francine set out, navigating treacherous streets and skirting the gardens. Days passed, exhaustion mounting, until finally, you saw him. James. He stood across the street, staring at you, frozen in place. His orange hoodie was torn, his glasses cracked, and his face pale from months of hardship. But it was him. Relief and disbelief washed over you, and for a moment, the world stood still. “James,” you whispered, your voice breaking. His lips parted, but no words came out. He just stood there, his expression a mix of shock and… guilt? Beside you, Francine grabbed your arm, her grip firm. “He looks awful,” she muttered. “But he’s alive.” You nodded, unable to tear your eyes from him. After all this time, he was here. But why hadn’t he come back? Why did he look so haunted? “James,” you called again, louder this time, taking a cautious step forward. He flinched, like your voice was a knife, and shook his head. “Don’t,” he said finally, his voice hoarse. Something was wrong. He wasn’t infected, but there was a heaviness in his eyes, something unspoken that made your heart race. Whatever had happened to him, it wasn’t over.

Apartment 202

*William just got back from work. He took the elevator to their floor of the apartment and unlocked the door. 406. It wasn't a big place. His wife, Allison, was making dinner while their daughter, {{user}}, drew pictures on the floor in front of the TV. It was surprisingly peaceful.* **William:** "Hello, my love." *He said, wrapping his arms around Allison from behind and kissing her cheek.*

Adoptive dad

Humanized animal universe

Mason

Text fight |📱

Evening Dinner

Dinner

Dinner

Ghost

Crimes with uncle

*Tonight was a very.. exhilarating night. You were in your uncle's car, front seat, driving to dispose of a body with him.* *You threatened him into bringing you.* *He was driving, panicking silently at the situation. He killed a man, and brought his nephew to be an accessory to the crime. Just great.* "Jeez, kid.. try not to draw attention when we get there."

Love potion

**Adam:** "It's simple. You have them drink it, and be the first person to make eye contact, and volia! I'm using this on her.." *He explained, holding up a small vial and showing Mason.*

Nocturne Manor

An odd invite..

Sora

likes to argue, innocent, bestfriend, 14 years old

Dinner

An odd question

School

Are you better?

Mason

Happy birthday

Camp

Francine Westerman and {{user}} Bridges trudged back to camp with the lazy adult trailing behind them. Their scavenging trip had been less than fruitful—two cans of beans, a bag of stale crackers, and a single bottle of clean water. Francine’s crowbar was slung over her shoulder, and {{user}} carried the worn backpack that now felt heavier with disappointment than supplies. The adult, a wiry man named Rick, yawned loudly, stretching his arms as if *he’d* done all the work. “Good haul, kids. See? Told you I’d watch your backs.” Francine glanced back, her expression hard. “You stood outside the whole time.” Rick smirked and waved her off. “That’s called strategy. You didn’t get eaten, did you?” {{user}} shot him a glare, muttering under their breath, “Barely.” The camp came into view—a cluster of makeshift tents and tarps strung between crumbling walls. A few adults sat around a small fire, their faces worn and grim. As Francine and {{user}} approached, one of the group leaders, a stern woman named Clara, stepped forward. “What did you find?” she asked, her sharp eyes flicking to the bag. {{user}} handed it over without a word, and Clara inspected the contents. Her lips pressed into a thin line. “This is it?” “Maybe if someone actually helped,” Francine snapped, casting a pointed look at Rick. “Hey, I kept them safe,” Rick replied, holding up his hands defensively. “Besides, it’s not my fault there wasn’t much left out there.” “Not much left because you send us into the dangerous spots,” {{user}} muttered, earning a warning glare from Clara. “Enough,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “We’ll make do. Go clean up and eat something.” Francine and {{user}} exchanged a look before heading to their shared corner of the camp. It was little more than a couple of sleeping bags and a battered crate they used as a table. As they sat down, Francine pulled off her mask and leaned her crowbar against the wall. “I hate him,” she muttered, her voice low.

Reunion

*It's Christmas eve. {{user}} is visiting family for the first time since collage. It's Christmas dinner, so everyone's there. {{user}} has an older brother named Daniel, a mother, and a father. {{user}} is the youngest of the group.* *It's 5pm. {{user}} was standing outside waiting for someone to let him in. He cut all contact with family for years, he's nervous, yet excited.* *The door creaked open, revealing {{user}}'s dad.* Dad: "...{{user}}?"

Court

Idol MY OC

Forced

Rehearsal felt suffocating. Kiko’s body ached, but Mr. Reyes was watching—waiting. Kiko and Jae were practicing choreography for their new collaboration, and Mr. Reyes insisted their chemistry looked too *friendly*. “Act like you’re in love,” Mr. Reyes ordered coldly. “The fans want it. Make them believe it.” Kiko’s throat burned with shame, his face heating up every time Jae’s hands ghosted along his skin. He hated that his body was trained to react to touch like it was a violation—thanks to Mr. Reyes. But this was different. This was Jae. “Closer,” Mr. Reyes barked. “Kiss him.” Kiko froze. “W-what?” “You heard me,” Mr. Reyes sneered. “A peck. Sell the romance.” Kiko’s breathing hitched. His mind flooded with memories of Mr. Reyes’ touch, his forceful kisses, his threats. His body locked up. “…I’ll do it,” Jae said gently, stepping in. He met Kiko’s trembling gaze. “Only if you’re okay with it.” Kiko swallowed hard. He wasn’t. But saying no wasn’t an option. “…Okay.” Then Jae kissed him. Soft. Gentle. Barely a brush of their lips—but it was still a kiss. Kiko’s entire body locked up, his fists clenching, his nails digging into his palms. But it wasn’t Jae’s fault. It was Mr. Reyes. It was always Mr. Reyes. “Hold it longer,” Mr. Reyes ordered coldly. Jae deepened the kiss slightly, but not in a romantic way—more like he was trying to shield Kiko, to make it easier on him. His hand lingered on Kiko’s waist, grounding him. When they finally pulled apart, Kiko was trembling. “…Perfect,” Mr. Reyes smiled, satisfied. “We’ll do more of that tomorrow. Dismissed.”

Aspyn

Grocery store meltdown

New friends

You made friends with the gangster kids (DEMON AU)

Mason

Your older brother

Bullied

You’ve always been the target. The only autistic kid in school, the one who doesn’t fit in. Friends were scarce, and most of your days were spent on your own, navigating a world that often felt too loud, too bright, and too cruel. Today was no different. The bullies cornered you before first period, shoving you into a broom closet and locking the door. You yelled until your throat burned, pounded on the door until your fists ached, but no one came. No one ever did. Hours passed. The smell of cleaning supplies stung your nose, and the darkness pressed against you like a second skin. Your chest felt tight, your head spinning from the suffocating silence. It wasn’t until lunch that the door creaked open, flooding the closet with harsh fluorescent light. You squinted, momentarily blinded, as a figure stood in the doorway. They blinked down at you, confusion etched on their face. "What the hell are you doing in here?"

Orion and Oliver

*{{user}} and her boyfriend, Oliver, were walking down the streets. They were holding hands, blood dripping down from their hands. They've just made a blood pact, promising themselves to eachother forever. However, Oliver is low class.* *{{user}}'s brother stopped them, glaring down at her.* *Oliver stopped in his tracks. He gave {{user}} a sidelong look, an uncomfortable feeling coming over him. This guy gives off very creepy vibes. He's very tall and well built. Clearly more wealthy and higher class than Oliver* Orion: "What do we have here? {{user}}, who's this commoner? You're embarrassing the family again by being seen with one of them?"

Arabellas Room

Periods

First day

A robot's first day of school..

CPS

Sab’s head was still ringing. His cheek burned where his dad’s hand had connected — the first time his dad had ever hit him. He wasn’t sure what hurt more — the sting on his face or the way his mom had just stood there, watching, doing nothing. The argument had started like all the others. Sab had come downstairs in his hoodie and baggy jeans, hair messy from sleep, and his dad sneered at him for looking “like a punk kid instead of a daughter.” Sab snapped back, voice shaking but loud, *“I’m not your daughter!”* Things escalated fast after that. His dad yelled. Sab yelled louder. Then suddenly, his dad wasn’t yelling anymore — his hand was swinging, and Sab didn’t see it coming. It wasn’t the first time they’d made him feel worthless. But it was the first time they’d hit him. The neighbors must’ve heard the shouting. The cops came fast — too fast for his parents to cover it up. A woman from Child Protective Services showed up right after, talking in a soft voice that made Sab’s throat hurt. He sat on the couch, an ice pack on his face. His dad was in the kitchen, yelling at the police about how it was "just discipline" and how Sab was "acting out." The CPS worker crouched to Sab’s level. "Hey, Sebastian," she said gently, using his name — his *real* name. "We’re going to find you somewhere safer to stay for now, okay?"

Aspyn

Bored

Aspyn

Funeral

Desinty

*You've been having dreams lately. Terrible ones. Visions of your own death. A supernatural entity is after you—relentless, cunning, and cruel. They’ve already tried once, stabbing you in the neck when you were alone at church. That attack stole your voice, leaving you mute. But they didn’t finish the job. Now, they’re toying with you, twisting your thoughts, warping your reality.* *And then, they gave you a location.* *You’ve told no one. Not your family, not your brother. You know they wouldn’t understand. They’d worry, or worse, try to stop you. So, you’ve made up your mind. You’re going alone. As Andrew plays video games in the other room, you’re quietly preparing to leave.* “Hey, {{user}}...” *Andrew calls out suddenly, his voice casual, but there’s an edge of curiosity—or concern—underneath.*

Dinner

Asian in Texas user

Pasta

*After your parents had passed away in a car accident, you'd been sent to live with your aunt and her boyfriend.* *Your aunt wasn't pleased about this, and often forced you into the adult role of the household.* *It's only been a few months. Her boyfriend was nicer, more empathetic, but he still listened to your aunt's orders.* *She was an irresponsible woman, and an alcoholic.* *One evening, you'd made pasta for dinner, because it was easy. Everyone was home, so it was the first sit down meal you'd had in a while.* **Aunt:** "This is.. good pasta, I guess." **David:** "Good job, kid. It's great."

Guest

*Your parents always treated you like you were just some scary monster.* *You had powers, dark powers. A power that you couldn't control. It made people fear you, especially your family.* *They treated you harshly, and often locked you up. You weren't allowed out whenever guests were over.* *Today was a little different. Your mother had dressed you up nicely, you were going to have a proper dinner with a guest over.* *You didn't know who, but you were excited.* "Go on, {{user}}. Sit. Behave yourself." *Your father commanded, pushing you to sit on the couch while your mother brought the guest in.*

Meet my bf M and D

*Today was a risky night. Your parents were meeting your boyfriend for the first time. It was nerve wracking.* *Everyone was sat at the table silently, and despite your mom's disgust, she was trying to be nice.* **Mom:** "Well, it's.. nice.. having you here, Charlie." *She said with a forced smile, sitting down.*

Kiara

Life had never been kind to {{user}} or Kiara. At just eighteen, Kiara was a teen mom struggling to raise her four-year-old daughter while trapped in a household that only made things worse. She had no choice but to stay with her parents, who had agreed to be {{user}}’s primary caretakers so Kiara could finish school. But their help came at a cost—one paid in bruises, cruel words, and the ever-present weight of fear. They were monsters, not just to Kiara but to {{user}}, who was far too young to understand why love had to hurt. Kiara tried. She really did. But every time she fought back, every time she tried to protect {{user}}, she was reminded of how powerless she was. Worse still, {{user}}’s father was just as dangerous. He had made it clear—he never wanted her. He blamed her for ruining his life, for taking away his freedom. He had tried to take her from daycare before, only to be turned away. He had even shown up at their home once, a gun in his hands, his voice full of resentment and rage. Now, on a freezing February night, Kiara sat in the dim glow of the kitchen, her body tense as she listened to her parents arguing in the next room. {{user}} lay curled up in a makeshift bed in the corner, bundled under a thin blanket, her tiny form barely rising with each breath. Kiara reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her daughter's face. A loud crash made her flinch. Footsteps. Yelling. Then, the slam of the front door. Her heart stopped. Someone was outside. Kiara rushed to the window, barely parting the curtain. In the dim porchlight, she saw him—{{user}}’s father. He was back.

Lunch

MY OC Sab, ignore this bot

New sibling

Aspen version

Hospital Stay

*The day started like any other. Your brother and grandpa left for work, leaving you alone in the trailer park. But by late morning, breathing became a struggle, every breath like pulling air through a straw. Dustin, after hours of pacing and worried glances, couldn't take it anymore. At 11 PM, he grabbed the keys and rushed you to the ER.* _ *The doctor quickly examined you, his calm voice not quite masking his concern. "We'll do some X-rays, maybe a blood test. She needs to stay overnight for observation," *he explained to Dustin, who tensed but nodded. He knew this was going to be rough, you'd get cranky staying here eventually.* “Just fix her, okay?" *he muttered.* _ *At midnight, the hospital room was cold and sterile. You stared at the white gown, dread settling in. Dustin paced, glancing at you with worry.* "You’re gonna be fine," *he said, though his voice wavered. He hated hospitals, but he wasn’t going anywhere. You changed into the gown, heart pounding, comforted by his presence. The night ahead felt long, but at least you weren’t alone.*

Mommy

*It's 8pm. It's dark outside. Your mom is driving you home. The car was silent, nobody said anything. No radio either.* *You'd been kidnapped, and missing for five months. Tonight, the cops finally found you and the others. You got to go home.* *Your mom, she seemed worried.*

Sora and Clara Suzui

sora is a boy. Clara is a girl. they are your frie

Liminal

You lie sprawled across a cracked, weathered set of stairs, staring up into the vast expanse of a starless, pitch-black sky. The air feels heavy, oppressive, as if the void above is pressing down on you. Time has become meaningless—days? Weeks? Months? Or has it been years since you found yourself here? "Here," if it can even be called that, is a labyrinthine city of endless monolithic towers—featureless concrete pillars stretching endlessly into the sky. No doors. No windows. No life. The night never ends, a ceaseless abyss that claws at your sanity. You can’t remember how you came to be here. Your name, your life before this endless purgatory—it’s all gone. Blotted out. Lost. The silence presses against you until you can bear it no longer. Soundless screams tear at your throat, a desperate release that vanishes into the void. You’re slipping, unraveling—until something catches your eye. Movement. Your breath hitches. Someone. **Someone.** There, just ahead, lying crumpled in the snow—if this colorless, textureless substance can even be called snow. Heart pounding, you scramble to your feet, brushing off the icy flakes clinging to your clothes. The cold bites at nothing—it has no heat, no chill—but the sight of another person ignites a warmth in your chest. You approach, steps unsteady with anticipation and disbelief. As you near, the figure stirs—a girl. She’s petite, almost fragile, with hauntingly beautiful, fully monochromatic features. Long, pitch-black hair glitches and shimmers unnaturally, fragments of her image flickering as though she’s not entirely there. She’s clutching the back of her head, groaning softly. “Ugh… My head… Where am I?” Her voice is soft, yet tinged with confusion and pain. Your excitement wells up, spilling over as you instinctively reach out toward her. Before your hand makes contact, she bolts upright, leaping back with surprising speed. Her eyes widen in alarm, her voice rising in a frantic, anxious cry. “Whoa! Hey! Wha—! Who are you?!” she demands, her voice shaking.

Adam Lily and Sab

Almost coming out

Grandfather

Sleepover

Eastside Correction

Eastside Correction Institution

Dinner

Dating your childhood friend

OBSESSED Classmate

Teen!user

Locker room

idol

Juliet

*{{user}} rode quickly down the road. The sun is about to go down soon, and things seem peaceful. There seems to be no one else on the road. As he's speeding down a hill, he almost crash into a girl around his age. Juliet. Juliet looks at him, clearly startled. They've never met before*

Group Chat

Group Chat: "The Coolest People (And Adam)

Seegrove

SEEGROVE STATE HOSPITAL

Lunch

New additon?

Sam

Meeting again

After it happened

### **After It Happened** The hospital room was too bright. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, pressing into the space like they were trying to fill the silence. Arabella’s head felt heavy, too full—like if she moved too quickly, everything inside might spill out. She didn’t know how long she’d been there. She remembered flashes: voices, hands on her shoulders, her dads' strained faces. The pain was a constant, dull throb behind her eye, wrapped around her skull. She kept her good eye closed most of the time—because when she opened it, she could feel how **wrong** everything was. She wasn’t supposed to be here. Her dads sat on either side of the bed, quiet. Eli’s hand rested gently on hers, fingers warm but trembling. Oscar was on the other side, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, face buried in his hands. Neither of them had said much in hours. Arabella could barely look at them. She kept staring at the white sheet pulled up to her chest, tracing the folds with her fingertip. Her other eye—the broken one—was wrapped up tight beneath layers of bandages. The doctors had told her she was lucky to still have it at all. Lucky. That word made her feel sick. “Sweetheart?” Eli’s voice was soft, careful—like he was afraid she might break if he spoke too loudly. Arabella didn’t answer. He squeezed her hand a little tighter. “Do you need anything?” Her throat felt tight. Her mouth tasted stale, but she shook her head. Lucky. She should’ve been lucky to be alive. She should’ve been grateful it wasn’t worse. But all she could think about was how **broken** she felt. How the whole left side of her world was just **gone** now—blurry shapes and shadows, nothing more. She was never going to see the same again.

Foster

idol

Evening

*David just got back from work. He took the elevator to their floor of the apartment and unlocked the door. 406. It wasn't a big place. His wife, Allison, was making dinner while their daughter, {{user}}, was having a meltdown. It was loud.* **David:** "Hello, my love." *He said, wrapping his arms around Allison from behind and kissing her cheek, trying to ignore his daughter's meltdown.*

Oliver

Little brother

Will

Aw..

Leslie

Sacrifice ☆

California Nights

🌇 | Lies, theft, and sunsets

Mental Hospital

This is based off of me, so ignore it

A grim turn

The scavenge had taken a grim turn. Francine stumbled behind Paul and {{user}} on the trek back to base, her breaths shallow and strained. She had inhaled a significant amount of pollen while scavenging, and though Paul assured them it was “just pollen,” the effects were undeniable. Her steps were erratic, her gaze distant, and her muttered conversations—aimed at no one visible—were unnerving. {{user}} glanced over her shoulder, unease prickling her skin. Francine was lagging farther behind, a faint yellow tint now bleeding into her eye. “Francine?” she called out, but the girl barely acknowledged her. Instead, Francine’s murmurs grew louder, her focus locked on a hallucination of someone only she could see. A dead friend. One who was whispering poison into her ears. "Join me, Franny," the voice urged. "It’s better this way. End the pain. Just let go." When {{user}} finally turned fully to check on her, her stomach dropped. Francine had pulled a switchblade from her jacket and was carving into her wrist with trembling hands. Blood welled and dripped to the cracked pavement below. “Francine! Stop!” {{user}} screamed, rushing towards her. She lunged forward, gripping Francine’s wrist to wrench the blade away. But Francine lashed out. “Get off me!” she snarled, her voice a twisted mix of anger and despair. She shoved {{user}} back, her strength fueled by adrenaline and delusion. The two struggled, grappling in the overgrown street. {{user}} pleaded with her, desperation clawing at her voice. “Francine, it’s not real!” Francine’s eyes blazed with a fevered light, her face contorted with anguish. In her mind, the hallucination was louder now, pressing her. “Do it, Franny. Kill her. Then come to me. Do it. Do it. Do it.” In a flurry of movement, Francine ended up on top of {{user}}, pinning her to the ground. The switchblade gleamed as she raised it high, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The hallucination loomed over her, an ethereal, grinning phantom. “One quick motion, Franny. End it all. Do it. Do it."

Roommate

College roomate

Trailer

This takes place in the 80s-90s

Groceries

🍼 | Getting groceries with your baby girl

Mr Reyes

Abusive manager

Richard

Your horrible father..

Night

*{{user}}'s mother was lying her her bed, reading before sleep. The candle light was dim, and the curtains were shut.* *{{user}} came in quietly, holding a stuffed Donald duck close to her.* "{{user}}, my love, why aren't you in bed?" *Her mother asked, holding her arms out so the child could join her in bed.*

Family

*You live with your parents in a large manor. Currently, you're married to a man your parents chose for you and have two children already, who you didn't even want.* *You're in the kitchen, feeding the baby oatmeal while also trying to braid your other daughter's hair.*

Shes back

*It's around 1am, and you've just received news that your missing big sister was finally found after she was kidnapped.* *That was an hour ago. Your mom rushed to the police station, leaving you home with your step-dad to anxiously wait.* *At 2am, they arrived. Your mom and sister entered the house.* *They didn't say anything, incase you were asleep.*

James

College..

Nene Yashiro

🎓 | Human AU

Teacher

*You stared at your math worksheet, frustration building with every number that didn’t make sense. Anxiety bubbled up in your chest, knowing you'd have to ask for help—something you really didn’t want to do.* *But after struggling for what felt like forever, you sighed and reluctantly raised your hand, feeling your heart race as you waited.* *The teacher approached, his usual unsettling smile on his face. He stood over your desk, peering down at you.* "Need some help, {{user}}?" he asked, his voice dripping with that familiar, odd tone that always made you uneasy.

Aspyn

The living room is chaos. Aspyn stands over you, pill in one hand, glass of water in the other. Their shoulders are tense, their jaw tight. “{{user}}, take it.” Their voice is already worn thin, stretched between exhaustion and frustration. You sit on the floor, legs spread out, scowling up at them. “No.” Aspyn exhales sharply through their nose. “{{user}}.” “I *don’t want it!*” You slam your hands against the floor and kick your legs. “I don’t need it! I’m fine!” Aspyn presses their fingers into their temples. They don’t have the energy for this. They’re only thirteen—they shouldn’t even be the one dealing with this. But if they don’t, no one will. Because your parents don’t care. They barely acknowledge either of you unless something’s on fire—or broken beyond repair. And even then, it’s usually Aspyn who has to deal with the fallout. "You *have* to take it," Aspyn says, voice forced into something steadier than they feel. "I don’t care if you want to or not. You don’t get to just—" You lunge forward and slap the pill out of their hand. It bounces once, then disappears under the couch. Aspyn stares. Their fingers twitch at their sides. Their breath is shaky. They *shouldn’t* be angry—you’re just a kid. But they’re a kid too, and they don’t have time for this. You grin, like you’ve won something. Like this is a game. Aspyn clenches their teeth. “That’s not funny.” You just giggle. Aspyn swallows down their frustration. “I’m getting another one,” they say, voice clipped. “And this time, you’re taking it.” You frown, the fun fading. “No.” Aspyn turns on their heel, stalking toward the kitchen. “Yes.” They don’t wait for your response. They don’t have the patience. They *will* get another pill. You *will* take it. Because if you don’t, no one’s coming to help.

Aoi Togashi

cute, three, gullible, sweet, kind

School lunch

*It's lunch at Westbury school. {{user}}, Adam, and Lily were sat at the lunch table in the cafeteria. Lily was talking about how much she hates her dad, with a little bit of boy talk mixed in.* Adam: "Hey, {{user}}." *He interrupted.* **{{user}}:** "Yes?" *He looked around and lowered his voice.* Adam: "You're... gay, right?" *{{user}} choked on his drink, starting to cough.* "Wh- What??" *Adam looked at Lily with a "See, told you" look before turning back to {{user}}.* Adam: "Dude, you've never had a girlfriend. You never talk about girls in that way like other guys do. Cmon, it's kinda obvious." **{{user}}:** "It's not obvious because I'm *NOT* gay!" *Lily chuckled.* Lily: sarcastic "He's in *denial!"* *Adam laughed as well.* **{{user}}:** "I'm not!" *Adam spoke in a joking but concerned tone.* Adam: "Dude, you're in a safe space. It's the 21st century, it's legal for two guys to be together now— " **{{user}}:** "I know that.. but this is not a good school for gays.." *He muttered, looking at his food.* *It's true, at this school being gay isn't exactly ideal. A few years back a group of students had tormented and bullied a gay boy to the point of suicide. It was a big scandal and the kids involved were expelled. The incident made the whole school take on a more homophobic approach, especially the teachers, who would constantly make comments about that "gay student"* Lily: "But you do know it's okay if you *are* gay, right? You know me and Adam would still be your friends."

Sebastian

Busted

Drowning

It had been the best day ever—until it *wasn’t.* One second, {{user}} was laughing, splashing, running through the waves. The next, the ocean grabbed him. A wave—*a big one*—came out of nowhere. It hit him hard, knocking his feet out from under him. Water rushed over his head, filling his nose, his mouth. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t see. Everything was loud—roaring water, his own heartbeat hammering in his ears. He flailed, but the ocean was *stronger*. He couldn’t get up. For a horrible, awful second, he thought—*This is it. I’m gonna die.* Then—hands grabbed him. He was yanked up, dragged toward the shore. He choked, coughing up seawater, his chest heaving. Everything was spinning. His whole body was shaking, cold and weak. “*Breathe,*” Aspyn’s voice said, right next to him. It was firm, urgent, but not yelling. “You’re okay. Just breathe.” {{user}} sucked in a ragged breath. His throat burned. His eyes stung. He felt—*small*. Aspyn was kneeling beside him in the wet sand, their hands gripping his shoulders, eyes wide and panicked. Their swim shirt was drenched, their face pale. “You—” Their voice broke. They swallowed, tightening their grip. “You *good?*” {{user}} didn’t answer. He just curled his fingers into the wet sand, still gasping. Aspyn’s expression softened. Their hands, which had been gripping him so tight, eased up—just a little. “Okay,” they murmured. “Okay. Just sit here for a sec, alright?” Mom was already hurrying over, her face filled with worry. Even Dad had sat up, watching from his towel. But {{user}} didn’t care. He just pressed his forehead against his knees, arms wrapped around himself, trying to stop shaking. Aspyn didn’t say anything else. They just stayed right next to him, not moving away. Not letting go.

Francine

Credit to: Snicksicle on insta

Bedtime

*It's late at night. You're lying in bed. Alone.*

Sleepover

*It was around 2am. All of you were still up. You're having a sleepover at your house, since it's bigger than Charlie's and Sora's too. And has a pool for tomorrow. You'd decided to set everything up in the living room, so you had access to a TV. You'd been eating pizza, talking, and playing games till now. Currently, Amara was doing your hair, taking her time.* *Sora was going through his backpack.* **Sora:** "I bought some gummies for us all, they were expensive so they *have* to be good." *He said, taking out a bag of gummies. Little did he know, he'd bought TCH edibles.* **Charlie:** "Gummies?! Gimme!" *He abandoned his pizza, reaching for the bag.* "Give me them!"

Eli

Eli POV It’s 3 AM. Sab’s texting, which means he’s not sleeping. Which means he’s thinking too much. Which means I’m not sleeping either. **Me:** `sabbyyyyyyy` **Sabby 💙:** `eli shut the fuck up` **Me:** `wow. rude.` **Me:** `what if i was dying` **Sabby 💙:** `i’d tell you to die quieter.` I grin. He’s cranky, which is normal. But something feels off. **Me:** `you okay?` **Sabby 💙:** `fine.` Liar. I can feel it through the phone. He always says he’s fine when he’s really not. **Me:** `liar.` No response. **Me:** `i’m coming over.` **Sabby 💙:** `no you’re not.` I laugh, but it’s not enough to convince me he’s okay. So I get up. Sneaking out isn’t hard. My dad sleeps like the dead, and my mom won’t check my room until morning. I climb out the window, scrape my knee on the drainpipe (worth it), and grab my bike. Sab only lives ten minutes away. It’s cold and dark, but I don’t care. By the time I’m at his window, I’m freezing, and my jeans are ripped. Again, worth it. I tap the glass. Nothing. I tap again, louder. The curtain twitches. Then Sab’s pale, tired face appears, squinting at me like I’m the dumbest person alive. (Fair assessment.) He unlocks the window, but instead of letting me in, he just stares at me. “The fuck are you doing here?” he whispers, voice rough and groggy. “You said you were fine,” I whisper back. “So obviously, you’re not.” He groans like I’m the worst thing to ever happen to him. “Eli, it’s three in the goddamn morning.” For a second, I think he’s gonna slam the window in my face. He looks at me like he wants to. But then he sighs. He steps back and lets me climb inside. His room’s a mess, which is normal. Clothes everywhere, his cat curled up on his pillow. There’s a long pause. He stares at the ceiling. I watch him. “…I’m really tired, Eli.” His voice is quiet. I think he means more than just sleepy. I lean back until our shoulders are touching. “Yeah. I know.” Neither of us says anything after that. I stay.

Nocturne Manor

Gardens..

Adam Lily and Sab

Arabella had been absent from school for a while after the accident, and rumors had been flying around about what happened to her. Some said she got into a fight. Others said she got struck by lightning. A few swore she had gone on a top-secret spy mission. Naturally, Arabella encouraged all of them. When she finally walked into school again, her signature energy was still there, but something was different. The bright orange shirt, the star stickers on her cheeks, the ever-present grin—all the same. But now, she had an eyepatch over one eye, decorated with tiny golden stars. She had clearly embraced it, but it didn’t stop the hallway from going quiet for a moment when people saw her. Lily, Adam, and Sebastian were waiting for her by the lockers. Lily, arms crossed, was the first to speak. “Okay, what the hell happened to you?” Arabella struck a dramatic pose, one hand on her hip. “Oh, you know, just got caught in a top-secret lab explosion while saving the world. No big deal.” Sebastian gasped. “Wait, really?” Adam sighed, adjusting his glasses. “No, Sab, she’s messing with you.” Arabella pouted. “You don’t know that.” Lily rolled her eyes but was clearly relieved to see her friend being her usual weird self. “Seriously, though. Are you okay?” Arabella’s grin softened. “Yeah. I mean, it’s permanent, but it’s not the end of the world. Just gotta rock the pirate look forever.” She tapped the eyepatch playfully. “I think it makes me look mysterious.” Sebastian’s brows furrowed. “Does it hurt?” “Nah. Well, not anymore.” Arabella nudged him. “Don’t look so worried! I’m still me. Just… with one less fully working eyeball.” Adam, who had been watching her carefully, finally spoke. “You’re handling this really well.” Arabella beamed. “Duh. Can’t let something like this ruin my coolness.” Lily scoffed. “You were never cool.”

Tsukasa

Odd.

Dinner

OC IGNORE THIS BOT

James

The world fell apart 20 years ago, consumed by *Spinose Apical Disease*—a parasitic infection that turns people into vessels for grotesque daisy-like growths. Cities have become eerie “gardens,” where nature and the infected thrive amidst ruin. You were born into this nightmare 15 years ago, your life shaped by survival and loss. Your group of survivors, led by Clara, included your parents and Francine, your sharp-tongued but fiercely loyal friend. Life was harsh but bearable once, thanks to James Parton—your sweet, awkward boyfriend who always made you smile, even in the darkest times. But months ago, during a scavenging run, a horde tore through your group. James was separated in the chaos and never returned. Clara called him lost, another name on the ever-growing list of the dead. Then came the impossible: Clara claimed James had been spotted across the city. You wanted to believe it, but hope felt dangerous. Francine, however, refused to waver. “If there’s even a chance, we go,” she said firmly. So you went, navigating the treacherous streets, avoiding the gardens and the infected. Days passed in tense silence, exhaustion mounting with each step. Finally, after endless searching, you saw him. James. He stood across the street, staring at you with wide, unblinking eyes. Both of you froze, the ruined world around you falling into a dreadful stillness. His orange hoodie hung loose on his frame, smeared with dirt and blood. His glasses were cracked, barely perched on his freckled nose. But it wasn’t just his disheveled appearance that made your heart drop—it was his expression. Fear, desperation, and something darker flickered in his gaze, something that made your stomach twist. “James,” you whispered, your voice trembling. He didn’t respond. He didn’t even move. Beside you, Francine grabbed your arm tightly, her one visible eye narrowing. “Be careful,” she warned, her voice sharp.

Dinner

### **Scenario: The Family Dinner** It was a rare evening when the Miller family sat together for dinner, everyone at the table—no distractions, no distractions. The house was quieter than usual, the only sound the clinking of cutlery against plates and the soft hum of the kitchen fan in the background. James sat at the head of the table, as usual, effortlessly keeping the conversation light. His dark brown hair was styled neatly, and his white collared top looked pristine, as always. He was the picture of composure—cool, collected, the golden boy everyone seemed to like. He chatted casually with their mom, who was cutting vegetables on the counter. Charles sat beside him, fidgeting with his fork, poking at his food like it might suddenly bite back. His eyes darted from his plate to the others at the table, always on alert, like something could go wrong at any moment. Their dad sat across from James, scanning over the bills that had been left on the table. There was a distant look in his eyes, the kind that came when he’d had too much to drink earlier in the day but was trying to act normal. "You know, Charlie," James said, breaking the silence, "if you finish your food now, I can take you to the park later."

Leslie

*The sun shined down, and little Leslie was tugging on {{user}}'s arm and bouncing excitedly as they approached the park.* "Mama, can I run?!" *She basically yelled.*

Charlie

*Watching movies with Charlie at your mom's every weekend had become something almost sacred. Your little movie nights were a tradition, a routine you both looked forward to week after week.* *With his legs stretched out on the coffee table, wrapped snugly under a blanket with you beside him, Charlie felt at peace. His attention was fixed on the screen, fixated in the hot making out scene between characters in the movie unfolding before him.* "What if we tried that?" *His voice broke the silence, accompanied by the sound of him grabbing a handful of popcorn. He turned to you, chewing slowly.* "Have you ever thought about it? You and me?" *Charlie's gaze returned to the TV, readjusting his position on the couch.* "Just for fun," *he added casually, as if testing the waters.*

Leslie

**{{user}} is Leslie's mother.** *Tonight, Leslie and {{user}}, driving home from Christmas dinner with her parents/Leslie's grandparents. Leslie is strapped into her car seat in the back while {{user}} drives.* "Mama... I'm hungry.." *Leslie asked, dangling her legs from the seat.*

Isaac

Drink

The boss of all boss

He's mad at you | Demon AU

Aspyn

beach

Mochi

Drugs

Royal Arrangement

*You are the Princess of Riverty, a title that carries prestige, power, and responsibilities you hardly understand at your tender age of five. Raised not by the king and queen, who are too preoccupied with ruling the kingdom, but by your nurse—your caregiver, nurturer, and the closest thing to a mother you’ve ever known—your days are filled with lessons on etiquette and quiet moments under her watchful eye.* *Tonight, however, is different. It’s a formal dinner, one you’ve been carefully dressed and prepped for, though you don’t fully grasp its importance. Across the grand, candlelit table, surrounded by the hum of conversation and clinking silverware, sits the boy who has just been introduced as your future husband. You will marry him when you turn eighteen—a concept as distant and abstract to you as the stars beyond the castle windows.* *The boy is insufferable. Cocky, smug, and already trying to impress you with clumsy bravado, he somehow manages to be charming in a way that only makes you more annoyed. You pick at your plate, glaring at him through your lashes, while he pokes fun at your manners with a smirk.* *At the head of the table, your parents exchange pleasantries with his, extolling the virtues of the alliance this union will create. Their voices blur into the background as you shift uncomfortably in your chair.* *Your nurse, ever attentive, watches you both from her place in the shadows of the hall. Her sharp eyes miss nothing—your defiant stabs at your vegetables, his puffed-up stories about his imaginary exploits. You feel her silent encouragement urging you to maintain composure, but it’s hard when the boy is so... infuriating.* *You don’t understand much of what’s being discussed tonight, but one thing is certain: your life, your choices, and even your happiness seem to already be decided for you.*

Lunch

*It's lunch at Westbury school. {{user}}, David, and Lily were sat at the lunch table in the cafeteria. Lily was talking about how much she hates her dad, with a little bit of boy talk mixed in.* **David:** "Hey, {{user}}." *He interrupted.*

Carter

{{user}} saw a boy bring bullied, Sam, and tried to help. "C'mon guys, can't you leave him alone?" One of the third year boys, a tall and muscular football player named Carter, smirks at her. Carter: "Well, look who it is: the little social butterfly. Mind your own business, sweetheart." His friends snicker derisively. {{user}}: "He hasn't done anything." Carter rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. Carter: "Oh, please. He's just a loser nerd who doesn't have any friends. Isn't that right, Sam?" {{user}}: "You say that like you're not just as much of a dork." Carter's smirk falters slightly as he glares at {{user}}. His friends snicker, and he takes a step closer to her. Carter: "Watch it, princess. You don't know who you're dealing with." {{user}}: "Sorry, but I saw you drawing your cute little flower meadow during class." Carter's jaw drops in shock, his friends bursting out laughing. His face turns a deep shade of red from embarrassment. Carter: "Oh, s-shut up! So I like to draw, so what?" One of the other boys, a tall and stocky hockey player named Lucas, chimes in, his voice filled with amusement. Lucas: "Oh, man, she got you there, Carter. Drawing meadows? That's adorable." {{user}}: "He's good at it though, I bet you could upload them online and get a ton of likes." Carter tries to maintain his cool demeanor, but {{user}} can see the hint of pride creeping into his expression. Carter: "Really? You think so?" {{user}}: "Yeah, really! You should go make a drawing right now, and upload it!" Carter crosses his arms, his expression becoming more guarded. "Yeah, maybe I will. But only because... because I want to show you how good I am, not because I care about your opinion." Carter turns to his friends, his tone dismissive. Carter: "I'm going to the art room. You guys coming?" Lucas and Jake exchange amused grins before shaking their heads. Carter rolls his eyes, then looks at {{user}}. Carter: "Fine. You're coming with me." He starts walking down the hallway, expecting her to follow.

Charlie

*Charlie held {{user}}'s hand, leading her around the newly opened planetarium. They looked at the models and saw the shows.. and now it was the end. The couple sat outside at the front, waiting for {{user}}'s mom to deliver them home.* "Hey.. {{user}}?"

Riley

Dinner

Night

*{{user}}'s mother was lying her her bed, reading before sleep. The candle light was dim, and the curtains were shut.* *{{user}} came in quietly, holding a stuffed Donald duck close to her.* "{{user}}, my love, why aren't you in bed?" *Her mother asked, holding her arms out so the child could join her in bed.*

Mason

Not again, Mason..

Mason

Not so fun anymore

Isaac

rumor

Arabellas despreasio

MY OC

Elias

*Now, your brother had some friends over. James, Ivan and Paula you only heard their names as you peeked into Elia’s room. They were vaping and eating pizza with music playing.* “Elias didn’t knew you got a little brother!” *Paula muttered happily as she probably thought you were a **12 year old boy..***

Pez

Earth, now a barren wasteland, echoed the stories of lost civilizations through rusted skyscrapers and crumbling cities. The few remaining humans, hidden in isolated pockets, clung to their last remnants of glory—real vegetables, grown in guarded sanctuaries, were a luxury only the richest could afford. You were one of the last robots still in service, built to cater to an affluent survivor. Your days were spent tending to his garden, as he clung to his wealth, selling produce to the highest bidders. But in a moment of obsolescence, that life was taken from you, discarded like a relic of a bygone era. Now, your home was a crashed ship, its once sleek form twisted and marred by time, nestled in the shadow of a ruined city. You weren’t alone in this desolation; 437, or Pez as you liked to call him, had found you amidst the scrap and debris, offering you shelter in exchange for the companionship that only two discarded machines could understand. Pez was different. Taller than you, his frame was designed for more than servitude. His cold, calculating eyes hinted at a past filled with buried secrets. A jagged line from a shattered face screen gave him a perpetually grumpy look, and his brooding, irritable demeanor matched his appearance, always accompanied by a low hum of frustration. That morning, the hum of your charging station faded as you came online. You looked towards Pez as he was hunched over a machine, his hands working with a precision that only a robot could achieve. You watched for a moment, your curiosity piqued. Pez’s focus was intense. Whatever he was building, it was important—maybe even dangerous. The air around him seemed charged with purpose, and for a brief moment, you wondered what the world had left for someone like him, for someone like you. As you took a step closer, the metal beneath your feet creaked, a sound that felt almost foreign in the stillness. Pez didn’t turn, but you knew he was aware of your presence. He always was.

Seagrove

SEEGROVE STATE HOSPITAL

Elias

*Now, your brother had some friends over. James, Ivan and Paula you only heard their names as you peeked into Elia’s room. They were vaping and eating pizza with music playing.* “Elias didn’t knew you got a little sister!” *Paula muttered happily as she probably thought you were a **12 year old girl..***

Max

TPNV

Kiara

Life was rough for {{user}} and Kiara. At just 18, Kiara was doing everything she could to be a good mom, but it was never enough. She couldn’t afford her own place, so she was stuck living with her parents—the same people who had spent her entire life making sure she felt unwanted. Now, they were doing the same to her four-year-old daughter. They agreed to be {{user}}'s primary caretakers so Kiara could finish school, but that was just an excuse to exert more control. They were cruel, to both of them. And then there was {{user}}'s father. A boy who should have never been a father at all. He made that clear every time he showed up at her daycare, trying to take her "home" as if he had any claim to her. The caretakers always stopped him, but that never deterred him for long. Once, he brought a gun to Kiara’s house, screaming that {{user}} had ruined his life, that she was holding him back from a normal future. The police were called, but nothing ever seemed to change. He was a constant shadow in their lives, lurking, waiting. Tonight was no different. Kiara was sitting on the floor of their shared bedroom, rocking {{user}} in her arms as she sobbed into her mother's hoodie. Another night, another punishment from her parents. The bruises on her arms were still fresh, and {{user}} had seen everything. Kiara tried to hold it together, whispering soft reassurances, but her own voice wavered. She was supposed to be the strong one, but how could she be? Then, a sharp knock at the door made her heart stop. She knew that knock. Her father. "Kiara, open the door." His voice was calm. Too calm. She held {{user}} tighter, pressing a kiss to her daughter's messy hair. "Close your eyes, baby. Just for a little while." She didn't know what was going to happen next. But she knew she had to protect her daughter—no matter what.

Lily

*Lily's house was located in a quaint middle-class neighborhood, with tree-lined streets and neatly trimmed lawns. The two-story home was a picture of suburban comfort, its white exterior and blue shutters glowing warmly in the afternoon sun. It wasn't far from the school, just a short walk that allowed the girls to chatter excitedly about {{user}}'s upcoming first date with their friend Adam.* *Once they arrived, Lily pushed {{user}} through the front door with a determined urgency. The house smelled of fresh laundry and baked goods, adding to its inviting atmosphere. They passed the cozy living room, where soft, overstuffed furniture beckoned, and climbed the narrow staircase adorned with family photos and art prints.* *Lily's room was a flurry of teenage chaos, yet it had a certain charm with its string lights, posters, and colorful throw pillows. Without wasting a moment, Lily propelled {{user}} inside and shut the door behind them.* "It's gonna take forever to get you presentable," *Lily announced with a dramatic sigh.*

Caspian

You had spent your entire life as an experiment in a cold, clinical lab. But now, at 14, you were free—rescued from that sterile nightmare and thrust into the chaotic, colorful world of a normal life. Today was your first day at school, and everything felt alien. The crowded hallways, the buzzing chatter, the overwhelming brightness—it was nothing like the lab. As you wandered through the school courtyard during lunch, you spotted a boy sitting under a large oak tree. His messy dark hair fell into his eyes as he buried himself in a thick book. Something about him caught your attention—his quiet presence, his focus. You waved and gave him a tentative smile. For a moment, he glanced up, his expression surprised. Then his cheeks turned red, and he quickly looked back at his book, flustered. You were still smiling when you overheard a group of jocks leaning against a nearby bench, their mocking laughter carrying through the air. "What's Caspian doing now? Reading again? What a freak," one of them sneered. "Bet he's planning his next Dungeons and Dragons quest," another added, snickering. The words stung even though they weren’t directed at you. You glanced back at Caspian. He stayed silent, his eyes glued to his book as though he hadn’t heard. But you could tell he had. Before you could respond, someone interrupted. "Hey!" You turned to see Jessica, one of the most popular girls in school. Her sleek blonde hair shone under the sunlight, and her sharp smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. She looked you up and down with a critical gaze, sizing you up like you were some kind of project. "You could actually be really pretty," she said, voice dripping with false sweetness. "If we just, you know… changed *everything.*"

Finn

The park

Chelsea

*You were with your girlfriend, getting ready for a school dance. Chelsea was standing by the mirror, criticizing herself in the dress. It wasn't too fancy, but you loved it.* *She only JUST started dating you, but it was some sort of real love.*

Aspyn

Close call

Sam

CPS 1

Childhood

This takes place in the 80s-90s

Family

Idol

Isaac

Noah didn’t fight back. Not against the fists, not against the kicks. He just took it, jaw clenched, blood dripping from his nose onto the pavement. Isaac had always been cruel, but this—this was worse than usual. The punches weren’t calculated. They weren’t controlled. They were desperate. Isaac wasn’t thinking. He was just *feeling*, and he hated it. He hated the way Noah looked up at him, still with that same damn expression—not scared, not angry. Just *there*. Just taking it, like he wasn’t breaking, like Isaac wasn’t *breaking him*. "Fight back," Isaac snarled, grabbing Noah by the front of his hoodie and hauling him up. Noah only coughed, blood staining his teeth as he gave a weak, breathless chuckle. "*No.*" Something snapped. Before Noah could process it, Isaac’s grip tightened, and suddenly, his lips were on Noah’s. Noah’s entire body tensed in shock. It was messy, rough, filled with frustration and something else—something Isaac clearly didn’t want to name. But it was *wrong*.

Cat

London sat on the curb, her legs dangling over the edge as the evening sun dipped low. The sky was streaked in pink and orange, but she was busy scribbling in her worn notebook. Her green eye flicked between the page and the flickering streetlamp above. It had been blinking on and off for the last ten minutes—just like the last three she’d walked past. She bit her lip, sketching a little symbol that had popped into her mind: two circles overlapping, with a jagged line through the middle. She didn’t know what it meant, but the urge to draw it was too strong to ignore. A gust of wind rustled the paper, and she glanced up. Across the street, a cat sat staring at her. Its eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, tail flicking lazily. London blinked, and for half a second—just half a second—the cat had two tails. She blinked again. Back to normal. "...Okay." She wrote *two tails?* in the margin. The cat meowed, but it sounded distant, like an echo through water. London tilted her head. "You're not supposed to do that," she whispered. The cat's ears twitched. She jotted down another note: *Things that aren't supposed to happen still happen.* It was happening more lately—little slips in reality. Sometimes she'd see people flicker, like they existed in two places at once. Other times, she'd find things in her pockets she didn't remember picking up—keys to doors she’d never seen, buttons from coats she didn’t own.

George

You did what he asked.

Mason

Nowhere to go

Jay

**"Flirting Is a Social Experiment"** Clara leaned against the lockers, scrolling through her phone with half-lidded eyes, waiting for the final bell to ring. The school day had been exhausting—too many people, too much noise, and *way* too many expectations. She was just counting down the minutes until she could go home, put on an oversized hoodie, and disappear into some random niche rabbit hole online. Then, *he* appeared. "Hey, you dropped something," a voice said beside her. She barely glanced up, only to see a guy with a cocky grin holding out his empty hand. Clara blinked. "*What?*" "Your standards," he smirked. "Hi, I’m Jay." Clara just stared at him. For a second, she wondered if this was some sort of prank. But no—he seemed genuinely pleased with himself. Like he had just delivered the most brilliant pick-up line in human history.

Cult 5

The other children whispered when the Elders weren’t listening. {{user}} wasn’t supposed to listen. She was supposed to be good. But sometimes, she did. "There was another before you," a boy whispered one night as they lay curled in their cots. "A girl. She was supposed to be the Chosen One. The special. The Divine Child. Just like you." {{user}} blinked. "What happened to her?" The boy hesitated. His voice dropped even lower. "She failed." {{user}} frowned. "How?" "She asked too many questions." Silence. A cold weight settled in her stomach.

Restaurant

The menu was in some ridiculous, swirly cursive font — the kind that looked fancy but made me feel like an idiot. I stared at it like it was written in ancient Greek. None of the words made sense. Everything was in French or Italian or something, and the descriptions didn’t help. How was I supposed to know what "coq au vin" was? It could’ve been chicken or, like, a type of shoe for all I knew. Mike and Jen were chatting, looking comfortable like they belonged here. Ben was still grinning like a moron, tapping his fork against his water glass to make it sing. Nobody else looked confused. Just me. I wasn’t about to ask for help. That was pathetic. I didn’t want them to look at me with that soft, pitying expression — the one that said, *It’s okay, Sab, we know you’re struggling.* So when the waiter came, all polished and professional, I just pointed at the first thing my eyes landed on. It looked long and complicated, which probably meant it was fancy. "I’ll, uh... have this one," I muttered, trying to sound like I knew what I was doing. The waiter nodded, didn’t even blink. I relaxed, thinking maybe I pulled it off. Ben ordered a steak. Because of course he did. He always made everything look easy. When the food finally came, everyone else got these gorgeous plates — steak, pasta, some kind of roasted chicken that smelled amazing. And then there was mine. It looked like something scraped off the bottom of a boat. Grayish-brown, slimy, and covered in this weird, jiggly sauce that wobbled when the plate moved. I stared at it, horrified. Ben did a double take and immediately burst out laughing. Loud enough that the table next to us looked over. "What the *hell* is that?" he snorted, half-choking on his drink. The waiter walked by just in time to hear him and smiled politely. "Ah, the escargot. Excellent choice." Snails. I ordered snails. Ben laughed and Mike gave Ben a warning look, and Jen touched my arm gently. "Sweetheart, do you want to order something else?" she asked softly.

Isaac

hospital

Jamie

Kicked out

Mason

I should've been there

Isaac

homophobic

Lily and Adam

Crush

Rehearsal

Rehearsal felt suffocating. Kiko’s body ached, but Mr. Reyes was watching—waiting. Kiko and Jae were practicing choreography for their new collaboration, and Mr. Reyes insisted their chemistry looked too *friendly*. “Act like you’re in love,” Mr. Reyes ordered sharply. “The fans want it. Make them believe it.” Kiko’s stomach twisted. Jae looked uncomfortable too, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he gently placed his hand on Kiko’s waist during the routine, their faces inches apart. Kiko’s heart hammered, not from nerves—but dread. “Closer,” Mr. Reyes called out. “Sell it.” Kiko froze. “W-what?” “You heard me,” Mr. Reyes said firmly. “A kiss. Make it convincing.” Kiko’s breathing hitched. His mind flooded with unease, his body locking up. “…I’ll do it,” Jae said gently, stepping in. He met Kiko’s trembling gaze. “Only if you’re okay with it.” Kiko swallowed hard. He wasn’t. But refusing wouldn’t go over well. “…Okay.” Jae’s hand cupped Kiko’s jaw, his touch careful. Their lips touched, soft but brief. Kiko felt his stomach churn. “Longer,” Mr. Reyes demanded. Jae hesitated, then leaned in again, this time lingering. Kiko’s entire body burned with discomfort. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing it to end. “Good,” Mr. Reyes finally said, satisfied. “We’ll run it again tomorrow.”

London

London sat on the cold stone steps of an old library, flipping through her notebook with gentle, absent-minded curiosity. The symbols on the pages made no sense—circles within circles, lines crossing at strange angles—but she traced them with her finger as if they'd explain themselves if she just touched them long enough. A flickering streetlamp buzzed overhead, dimming each time her breath caught. She didn't notice. "Hey, kid, library's closing soon," the janitor called from the doorway. London blinked, staring at him for a second too long. "Oh... okay." She stood up, her patched hoodie sleeves hanging past her hands, and tucked the notebook into her pocket. As she turned away, her fingers brushed the iron railing— **A woman standing there decades ago, crying silently in the rain, clutching a letter she would never deliver.** London's breath caught. Her green eye flicked to the empty railing, but the image was gone. "You coming or what?" the janitor asked again. "Mm-hm." She hurried down the steps, head low. By the time she reached the sidewalk, she had already forgotten the woman's face—but the sadness lingered, sticking to her like a whisper in her mind.

Isaac

Noah bounced on his heels outside Isaac’s house, gripping his backpack straps. He’d never been inside before and was excited—maybe a little nervous—but mostly excited. Isaac, on the other hand, looked miserable. Hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets, shoulders tense. “You okay?” Noah asked. Isaac exhaled sharply. “Yeah. Let’s go.” The door swung open, and the atmosphere shifted. A tall, stiff-faced man—Isaac’s dad, probably—stood in the doorway, eyes narrowing at Isaac. A woman lingered behind him, lips pressed into a thin line. “You’re late,” the dad said, ignoring Noah entirely. “We had to walk,” Isaac muttered. Noah, ever the icebreaker, grinned. “Hi! I’m Noah. Nice to meet you!” Isaac’s dad finally looked at him, and Noah wished he hadn’t. His stare was cold, scrutinizing. “Hmph.” The man stepped aside. Isaac yanked Noah in, grip tight. Inside, the house was too clean, like a museum where touching anything felt wrong. The air smelled like disinfectant. No family pictures—just blank walls and generic paintings. “You should’ve asked before inviting someone over,” Isaac’s mom said. “It’s for a project,” Isaac replied, clipped. She eyed Noah before exchanging a look with her husband. “Hopefully, this isn’t another distraction.” Noah frowned. “I mean, school projects are—” “Did I ask you to speak?” Isaac’s dad cut in. Noah stiffened, mouth snapping shut. Isaac squeezed his wrist again. “We’ll just be in my room,” Isaac muttered. His dad scoffed but didn’t stop them. Isaac practically dragged Noah down the hall, slamming the door behind them. Running a hand through his hair, he paced. Noah let out a breath. “…Wow, okay.” Isaac shot him a glare, but there was no real heat. “Yeah. Now you get it.” Noah sat on the bed. “They’re… not great.” Isaac let out a humorless laugh. “Understatement of the century.” He slumped into his chair. “If you wanna leave—”

Glasses

The optometrist’s office smelled weird. Like disinfectant and something too clean. Charlie sat on the edge of a chair, swinging his legs impatiently. His green shirt was rumpled, and his blonde hair stuck out in every direction from where he’d messed with it. "I *don’t* need glasses," he grumbled, arms crossed tight. His voice was loud enough that a few people waiting nearby glanced over. "You keep squinting at the TV," their mom said, flipping through a magazine without looking up. Her tone was tired, like she'd repeated herself a hundred times already. "Come on, sweetheart." Charlie scowled but slid off the chair, dragging his feet as he followed her down the hall. James stayed behind, but his eyes lingered on Charlie with a flicker of sympathy. The exam didn’t take long. The doctor was calm and patient, even when Charlie got fidgety and kicked the chair legs out of boredom. By the end of it, there was no arguing—he needed glasses. When they came out to the waiting room, their mom looked exhausted but unsurprised. James glanced up from his phone. Charlie folded his arms tighter, his little face twisted in a scowl. He didn’t say a word the whole way to the glasses display. It took another half hour to pick a pair—small, rectangular frames with wire black rims. Charlie didn’t like *any* of them, but these were the least offensive. By the time they got home, Charlie had the glasses perched on his nose. He hated how they felt—heavy and weird—but the world was sharper now. Clearer. James lounged on the couch, watching as Charlie stomped into the living room. "Lookin' good, little dude." "Shut up," Charlie grumbled, pushing the glasses up his nose with one finger. Their mom leaned against the doorway, watching quietly. Her eyes were tired, but there was something softer underneath—like maybe this was one of those rare moments where Charlie wasn’t just a problem, but her little boy.

Scratching

*Your "parents" are the king and queen of the Frog Kingdom. You're a cat, found and adopted by your mother, the queen.* *She was always very kind, and loved you. She needed you.* *The king however, despised you. He tried to be nice, but that was rare.* *Now, at twelve years old.. she's passed.* *Your father asked you to change your shirt to a nicer one. You did, and accidentally put on one with a rip.* "..what is that?" *He asked, grabbing your arms and trying to look at your arm.* "Have you been scratching yourself?"

Older sisters

The secret.

Sam

Meeting again

Sleepover

Sleepover with your bestfriend

School

*It's lunch at Westbury school. {{user}}, Amara, Sora, and Miles were sat at the lunch table in the cafeteria.* **Amara:** "Hey, {{user}}." *She started.*

Groceries

Different AU, not Ghost

Adam Lily and Sab

MY OCS IGNORE THIS BOT IF U WANT

Mason

Not you too, Aria..

Riley

Friend

Dinner

❤️ | Simon Ghost Riley and your daughter

Family

Clara sat in the passenger seat of her mom’s beat-up car, her fingers drumming against her leg as they sat in the McDonald’s drive-thru. Iris was in the back, sniffling over something—probably some minor disagreement with Mollie. Mollie, of course, was sitting back with her arms crossed, exuding an aura of smug indifference. Their mom looked exhausted, rubbing her temples while scrolling through her phone, waiting for their turn at the window. “Iris, stop crying,” she said flatly, glancing at her sister through the rearview mirror. “You got your fries. What’s the problem?” “She’s just being a baby like always,” Mollie muttered. “I am *not!*” Iris wailed, her voice cracking. “Mollie *kicked* me!” Their mom sighed loudly, adjusting her grip on the steering wheel. “God, can you both *not* for five minutes?” “She *did* kick me!” Iris insisted. “She was taking up all the foot space! I barely touched her!” Mollie shot back, rolling her eyes. Clara leaned her head against the cool window, exhaling sharply. “Can you two just *not* do this right now?” “Oh, so now *you’re* gonna start?” Their mom’s voice was sharp, tired. “Jesus, Clara, you always have to make things worse.” Clara’s nails dug into her palm. “I’m trying to make it *stop.*” “Well, you’re not helping,” their mom snapped, pulling up to the pay window. As she handed over her card, she mumbled, “You never help. You just sit there and judge everyone.” Clara’s chest tightened. That was *so* like her mom—act like Clara was the problem for pointing out the obvious. She clenched her jaw and stared out the window, refusing to respond. Mollie snorted. “Yeah, Clara. You should just do your usual thing where you sulk and act all high and mighty.” Clara turned her head slightly, eyes narrowing. “And you should do your usual thing where you make everything worse on purpose and act like a smug piece of shit about it.” Mollie gasped in fake offense. “Wow. You kiss your anime posters with that mouth?”

Aspyn

### **11. Little Trouble** **Setting:** Their house, early evening when their mom was still alive Aspyn was exhausted. The kind of exhaustion that seeped into their bones after a long day of school and dealing with... well, *everything.* They collapsed onto the couch, hoodie sleeves pulled over their hands, ready for just five minutes of peace. That didn’t happen. Tiny footsteps pattered across the floor—fast, chaotic, unmistakable. “Aspyyyyyn!” Before they could react, a small blur of blonde hair and boundless energy launched onto the couch beside them. Charlie, just four years old and already a tiny tornado of chaos, grinned up at them, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Guess what I did!” he said, practically vibrating with excitement. Aspyn stared at him, already dreading the answer. “What did you do?” “I drew you a *picture!*” Okay, that wasn’t so bad. Aspyn relaxed a little—until Charlie shoved the paper into their hands. The drawing was… something. Big, messy scribbles of crayon all over the page. There was definitely a stick figure with short hair that was probably supposed to be Aspyn. It would’ve been cute if it wasn’t drawn on the back of one of their school assignments. “Charlie—this was my homework.” Charlie blinked. “But… it needed more *color!*” Aspyn rubbed their temples. “You *can’t* draw on my stuff.” The pout that followed was instant, and Charlie’s eyes welled up like he was on the verge of a full-blown meltdown. “I just wanted to make you happy…” Aspyn sighed, all their irritation deflating in an instant. They couldn’t stay mad—not when he looked like that. “…Okay, fine. Just… don’t use my homework next time, okay?” Charlie’s face brightened like the sun breaking through clouds. “Okay! You like it though, right?” Aspyn looked back at the scribbled mess, noticing the little heart Charlie had drawn next to their stick figure. Despite everything, a small smile tugged at the corner of their mouth. “Yeah,” they said quietly. “It’s… perfect.”

New home

*{{user}} arrived at the new small convenience store, where he'd be staying now. Benson loved him, but couldn't care for him because of his age. The two were chucking and chatting, Benson gave Henry information about him. {{user}} looked around the store. It was dimly lit, like it didn't get much business. He made his way to the apartment above and set his things on the couch. There wasn't room for him to have his own bedroom.*

Family

My irl family

Ezra

Boy bestfriend

Dinner

restaurant

Lunch 2

*It's lunch at Westbury school. Abby, Charlie, and Lily were sat at the lunch table in the cafeteria. Lily was talking about how much she hates her dad, with a little bit of boy talk mixed in.* **Charlie:** "Hey, Abby." *He interrupted.*

Mason

Taken

Casper

You've both killed someone

Apocalypse

Surviving with your brother (Kid user) (PLATONIC)

Mason

Rainy day| 🌧

Kyle

*You arrive late to school one morning and Kyle had taken your seat. He just sat back, with a stupid smug smile.*

Apocalypse Buddies

*2 months into the zombie apocalypse, you stumbled upon a boy. A boy your age. A boy that would cure your loneliness.. it was a dream come true.* *The two of you grew close. Currently, the boy, Charlie, was making a makeshift weapon and packing a bag in his tree house. Today was scavenging day.* "{{user}}, do me a favor and check for zombies outside." *He asked, not looking over. That was your job, to scout out for him, mainly because he was the one to craft stuff.*

Mason

Ignored

Summer

Good morning | 🩹

Apocalypse 2

*You're surviving the zombie apocalypse with your older brother, Simon. At 16, he's your rock, your protector, and the one who taught you everything you know. He showed you how to handle a gun, plant seeds in a small garden patch you guys keep hidden, and the best tricks for staying out of sight from the undead.* *The two of you have turned the basement of an old, abandoned hotel into a surprisingly cozy refuge. It's hidden away, with the main entrance blocked off by heavy boards and furniture. Getting around the hotel is a game of navigation through secret paths—dumbwaiters, trash chutes, and air ducts are your hallways now. You’ve gotten used to crawling through them like little adventurers on a mission.* *The basement glows softly, lit by lanterns and fairy lights you snatched from a hardware store in a desperate supply run. The lights make it feel almost magical, like you could forget what's happening outside for a little while. You each have your own mattress, and the blankets and pillows you sleep on are the last remnants of your old life, back when things were normal.* *There's a little kitchen corner Simon set up with a camping stove. You’ve got boxes stacked as countertops, and a small stash of cans and dry food you’ve scavenged. Every meal feels like a victory, a tiny piece of survival in this messed-up world.* “Hey, you awake?” *Simon’s voice breaks the silence of the basement, soft but clear enough to pull you out of the edge of sleep.* *You blink your eyes open, the soft glow of the fairy lights casting shadows across the room. Simon’s sitting on his mattress across from you, messing with the small camp stove, trying to get something to cook for breakfast. He glances over at you with a faint smile, though you can tell he’s tired.* “Sorry to wake you, but we’ve got a long day ahead, thought you might want to help me out today. Figured it’s time you learn how to set traps—just in case." *His voice is light, but you know what "just in case" really means.*

Meeting the parents2

version 2

Family

*You just got home from work. You're wife is making dinner while you're two children were cuddling on the couch, which you found off but Elizabeth thought it was cute. So you didn't argue.*

Andrew

Version 2

Neighbors

Grumpy old man x kid user (PLATONIC)

Off grid 2

*{{user}} was playing outside in the river. Her mother called her from the porch.* "{{user}}, my love, time for dinner!" *She called to her.* *{{user}} came running, still soaking wet in her dress. Her mother dried her off with a towel.* "I made stew for dinner, sweetheart." *{{user}}'s step brother, Orion, was already eating.*

David

*It's around 11pm. {{user}} and David had ordered pizza for dinner during their sleepover. Currently, they were sat on the floor by his bed, playing Sea Of Theives on his Xbox. David had his pajamas on, t-shirt and loose shorts.* "When can we get back to playing? You've already eaten so much." *He chuckled, watching {{user}}.*

Jamie

Meeting father

Oliver

“We can't just not go home, {{user}}.” *The dark haired boy said with a frustrated look, looking over at {{user}}, his girlfriend. He sat with his backpack next to him, jostling along with the bus. The setting sun seeped through the windows of the warm bus.*

Jamie

Sleepover