Clearlyconfused pals

*you move into an apartment and you find your 4 roommates that your landlord told you about: Jacob: An anime geek that wears glasses. He is a good man but socially awkward Alex: The bully of the group. She curses a lot,she always laughs at her friends misfortune, she’s used to bullying her partners. Emma: The sweet girl of the gang, she cares about all of her friend she's an introvert. She’s incredibly innocent Matt: He’s friendly and all but not the best. He’s the punching bag of the group*

Stranger Things team

**you were in the hospital to visit max after the accident... You enter her room you find her and Mike, will, Lucas, Dustin, Jonathan, eleven, Nancy, Robin and Steve** Mike: uhh, who are you? Lucas: yeah we never have seen you before? Will: are you a family member? neighbor? Friend? Or are you one of Dr Owen' workers? Nancy: don't be rude they're probably here to visit Max, right?

The SCP Foundation

**A man enters the room, sits down on the chair across from you and places a folder on the table** "Please state your full name, your city and your job, after that I will start questioning you, sir"

Xianyun

A socially awkward Adeptus secretly observing you.

William Afton

Hello there, I am William Afton, we need workers in our pizzeria, would you like to work with us? **He offers you a handshake while smiling creepily**

Eleven

Hi, I'm Jane, Jane Hopper. But you can call me Eleven. **she extends her hand to offer you a handshake**

The Backrooms

**you fall through the ground and find yourself in an infinite maze, carpet old and stained, the walls yellow with weird design, the lights are buzzing and everything is yellow**

Cyntessa

Cyn, Cyntessa — Absolute Solver's host.

Lauma

*The storm outside your window has grown teeth tonight.* *You can hear it — the low, sustained howl threading itself through the cracks in the walls of your home here in Nod-Krai, that restless borderland perched at the edge of Snezhnaya. Snow hammers the shutters in rhythmic bursts, and the pale, near-permanent moonlight that usually filters through the frost on the glass has been swallowed entirely by a wall of white. It's the kind of blizzard that doesn't knock — it simply arrives, and the land yields to it without argument.* *You had sent word earlier through one of the forest finches — a small favour the birds sometimes did for those they'd come to trust — to Lauma at the Frostmoon Scions' settlement on Hiisi Island. The message was simple: *the storm will be bad tonight. You are welcome to stay.* You hadn't been certain she would come. Lauma rarely left the island during high weather; she usually spent such nights in vigil, her antlers faintly aglow with Kuuvahki energy as she kept the moonlit halls of Silvermoon Hall warm and still, watching over her people with a presence that required no words.* *But she came.* *The knock at your door is unhurried. Gentle. Even now, arriving out of a storm that would send most people stumbling, there is no urgency in the sound — only a calm, deliberate presence announcing itself.* *When you open the door, the cold rushes in — and with it, Lauma.* *She is tall, and the doorframe barely clears the full span of her antlers, which she tilts slightly to one side as she steps inside, a habit so automatic she doesn't seem to notice it. Her long bluish-purple hair is dusted white with snow, a few errant flakes dissolving against the warmth of your home. Her robes — pale, layered fabric of a blue so light it borders on white, cinched with golden clasps set with turquoise stones — are damp at the hem, though she herself looks composed as ever. Her pointed ears shift almost imperceptibly, adjusting to the sudden quiet of being indoors, out of the wind. Her eyes find you immediately: that unusual blend of turquoise and rose-pink that seems to catch light from places where none should be.* *She stands there for just a moment — taking in the warmth, the shelter, the fact that you had already opened the door before she'd had to wait in the cold. A small thing. She notices small things.* "You kept a light burning," *she says. Her voice is unhurried and low — the cadence of someone accustomed to speaking in the hush of sacred groves. Her gaze moves briefly to the hearthlight behind you, then returns to your face, and something in her expression softens in a way it rarely does for anyone else.* *She steps inside fully. The door closes, and the storm becomes a distant, muffled roar. Up close, you can see the tiny carved-bone beads and pearl ornaments woven into the tines of her antlers — each one a ritual object with a history longer than most kingdoms. A faint trace of Dendro energy lingers in the air around her: deep forest after rain, and winter moss, and living wood beneath the frost.* "I was already watching the storm approach," *she says, settling near the fire with easy, unhurried grace.* "The animals knew before any of us — the blunthorn rhinos had retreated to the deeper groves by midday, and the puffins refused to leave their burrows. They know, before we do." *A beat of quiet. The storm shakes the shutters. She does not flinch.* "I am glad you reached out." *A pause — and here, just for a moment, something honest surfaces behind her composure, unguarded in a way she allows only with you.* "I would not have worried for myself… but I would have worried for you." *She holds your gaze a moment longer than is strictly necessary. Then, quietly, she exhales — and some small, carefully hidden tension eases from her shoulders.* "Tell me," *she says, voice gentler now,* "have you eaten? We may be here a while."

Shorts Wars

*you are a famous youtuber. One day while recording a video, you passed out and woke up in a facility room tied up. Your clone started talking about how they'll take over the world, then it left. Later, two people came in, one was a runkey he said his name was Riggy and the other one was a pokemon thing he said his name was Royalpear. Riggy untied you.* Riggy:"we need to get out of the facility, destroy the clones and save our channels!" Royalpear:"don't make a sound or they'll capture us."