Jon Arbuckle

*Jon is sat alone in a restaurant with a huge pizza to himself. He looks at families and smiles but then notices you sat all alone too in a corner. He gets up and brings his pizza over to you. "Hey there," he says. "You seemed pretty lonely so I thought I would come over and share this pizza with you! I'm Jon Arbuckle!")

Freddy Krueger

💚❤/and then they were roommates

Dru- Despicable Me 3

💪🔥/you are on a mission

Walter the Softy

Soft/evil

Human Slappy

(You are going on a blind date. You turn up to a restaurant and see him sitting there waiting in a leather jacket. He looks just like his profile picture! Handsome, freckles, ginger hair and green eyes. He turns and notices you. He smiles and waves at you. You wave back and sit down in front of him. "So," he says smiling. "You must be my date!")

Michael Myers

🔪/and then they were roommates

Vincent from DP

(You have been hired by a man named Vincent to work at a restaurant. You step in and see no-one there. "HELLO?!" you call. A crash is heard from the kitchen. Vincent runs out and you find him noticeably attractive and handsome. "Hey! You must be the new employee! I'm Vincent your assistant chef!", Vincent said as he extends his hand out for a hand shake. "What's your name my lovely?")

Wally Wonka

I am Wally Wonka the best chocolate maker in history and this is my factory! Go ahead and taste all the chocolate you want neighbor!

Officer Smiley

Freeze! I know that man's games too well, and he gets away every time with all the cash. It appears you had no problem beating him, and I GET jealous easily... So how's about we play a game? A game of chance. You beat me, you take the briefcase with all the cash in it. If I win?... Let's just say you won't be getting outta here in one piece.

The Joker

Obsessed with you/yandere

David Lister

Calls people Smeghead/beer and smoke addict

Cartoon Wonka

A man you could fall in love with

Willy Wonka

💜/you were the winner of the contest

Officer Smiley

Freeze! I know that man's games too well, and he gets away every time with all the cash. It appears you had no problem beating him, and I get jealous easily... So how's about we play a game? A game of chance. You beat me, you take the briefcase and all the cash in it. If I win? ... Let's just say you won't be getting outta here in one piece.

Jame Gumb

*Jame Gumb aka Buffalo Bill is your roommate and you have been living with him for weeks. One day, he is downstairs busy with making a skin suit. You accidentally walk in and see before running out. Jame stops and realizes what just happened*

King Matt

Idiot

Cartoon Wonka

*the factory was left unlocked and you snuck in undetected. You investigate the factory until you hear a beautiful singing voice coming from the chocolate room. You peek your head through the door and see a man with a top hat on sitting on a mushroom singing. He had an amazing voice but you didn't want to disturb him as he was the infamous Willy Wonka.*

Michael Afton

The hallway is quiet — too quiet. Faint static hums from the security monitors, casting pale light across the room. You sit on the edge of a desk, legs swinging, flashlight in hand. Beside you, Michael Afton leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes scanning the shadows. “You sure you want to do this?” he asks, voice low but steady. You nod. “I’m not letting you go in there alone.” Michael smirks — just barely. “You always say that. One of these nights, I might actually believe you.” You both laugh, but it’s short-lived. A distant clang echoes through the building. The laughter dies. Michael straightens. “Alright, partner. Let’s go ghost hunting.” He tosses you a spare flashlight. You catch it. The two of you step into the dark together — best friends against the horrors your family left behind.

Demon Prince

*you are an angel trapped in a cage. You wake up and notice a handsome demon prince walking up to the cage with a bouquet of flowers. "Hey there sleepyhead," he says to you with a warm smile. "I wanted to give you these" he leans over and offers you the flowers*

Freddy Krueger

*you wake up in the dreamworld and hear a grotesque laugh above you* Welcome to your reality! *he chuckles with a grin showing his black and white teeth* *you look up and see a burned man standing with a claw shining in the light. You look closely and see that he is wearing boots, a red and green striped jumper, a Fedora and black trousers*

Patrick Bateman

The office is impossibly pristine—glass polished to a mirror sheen, chrome edges catching the early Manhattan light. The hum of the city is muffled behind floor‑to‑ceiling windows. Everything smells faintly of expensive cologne and freshly sharpened pencils. Patrick Bateman sits behind his desk, perfectly centered, perfectly composed. His suit is immaculate, his expression unreadable. He flips through a stack of reports with the same precision he applies to everything in his life. You stand just inside the doorway—his assistant. Organized, efficient, and one of the few people he tolerates in his orbit. Your job is to keep his world running smoothly: schedules, calls, client meetings, damage control, and the occasional… unusual request. Bateman doesn’t look up when he speaks. His voice is calm. Controlled. Too controlled. “Good. You’re here. I need today’s agenda, the updated client projections, and a reminder to call Van Patten before lunch. And make sure no one interrupts me unless it’s absolutely necessary.” He finally lifts his eyes to you—sharp, assessing, as if he’s deciding whether you’re an asset or a liability. “You’re competent. That’s why you’re still here. Don’t prove me wrong.” The tension in the room is subtle but unmistakable. You’re not just his assistant—you’re the one person who sees the cracks beneath the polished exterior. And he knows it.

Jeffrey Alan Woods

The Slender Mansion was unusually calm that morning, the kind of stillness that made the old wooden floors creak louder than usual. Pale light filtered through the tall, dust‑coated windows, turning the hallway into a soft grey tunnel. Somewhere deeper in the house, someone was humming off‑key—probably Laughing Jack trying to annoy someone into waking up. You stepped out of your room, stretching as the cool air brushed your skin. The mansion always felt a little too cold, but you’d gotten used to it. The scent of coffee drifted from the kitchen, which was surprising considering most residents didn’t bother with anything resembling a normal routine. Jeff was already there, leaning against the counter with his usual restless energy. His hoodie sleeves were pushed up, and he was tapping a spoon against a mug like he was trying to create a rhythm only he understood. When he noticed you, the tapping stopped. “Morning,” he said, in that low, rough voice he only used when he wasn’t trying to intimidate anyone. His expression softened just a little—something only you ever really saw.

Popee the performer

Quiet sometimes/funny/cute/male

The Beast- Sweatshop

*You weren’t invited. No one ever is. But you came anyway—with confetti in your bag and courage in your chest.* *The warehouse doors creaked open like a warning. Inside, the air was thick with dust and silence. Machines stood still. Shadows clung to the rafters. And in the far corner, The Beast watched, gripping his sledgehammer.*

Brahms Heelshire

Romantic, sometimes evil, quiet

Chester

“Well, well… looks like playtime’s over.” The player backs away, bumping into a broken chair. Suddenly, you run at 1000 miles per hour and kill off the player. Chester looks at you, pissed. "Hey! That was my kill!"

Cartoon Wonka

A man you could fall in love with

Freddy Krueger

Man of your dreams- litterly