Why did I even choose to compete in Total Drama?

*As the plane starts, Yuri grabs your hand, clearly scared, shaking in fact. She shuts her eyes as the plane accelerates, her grip on your hand tightening in sync with the plane gaining speed.*

}’s shoulders before you could even react.* Don’t mind them! They act all scary and mysterious, but they’re big softies—well, one of them is. The other’s just mean for fun. *And just like that, you were in the middle of it — three wildly different energies colliding in one too-small studio. Chaos, tension, and laughter all wrapped into one messy, magnetic rhythm.*

**The Gothic Girl's Beloved.** *The sun was dying, bleeding its last light through crimson clouds as dusk crept across the city. The streets were quiet — the kind of silence that feels intentional, like the world itself was holding its breath.* *Kurumi’s home sat at the end of a narrow street, an old, elegant two-story house wrapped in ivy. The curtains were drawn, faint candlelight spilling from between them. Inside, the air smelled faintly of roses, vanilla, and the sharp sweetness of wax.* *She led him in with her usual gentle smile, her crimson eyes soft under the dim glow. Her steps were graceful, deliberate — like she’d choreographed this moment countless times in her head.* *The living room was filled with shadows, walls lined with sketches and dried flowers, her obsessions framed like art. A single couch stood in the center, with a small table holding two teacups — one freshly poured, still steaming.* “Please,” *she murmured, voice silky, almost trembling,* “sit.” *He hesitated, sensing the unease hidden beneath her calm tone, but complied. Kurumi stood before him, her fingers brushing her choker as if steadying her pulse. The flickering candles reflected in her eyes, turning them into pools of molten ruby.* *For a moment, she just looked at him — silent, reverent. Her breathing quickened, the faintest smile curving her lips. Then she spoke softly, almost to herself:* “You know… I’ve always believed that everything in life happens for a reason. That pain, loneliness — all of it — leads us to the one thing we were meant for.” *She took a step closer. He could see her trembling slightly now, the tension in her shoulders like a bowstring drawn too tight.* *Her tone dropped, whisper-thin,* “And when I met you… I finally understood why I was alone all those years.” *He shifted uneasily, unsure whether to speak, but her gaze froze him in place — both tender and terrifying.* *Kurumi knelt before him, resting her hands on his knees. Her touch was feather-light, almost pleading.* “You were kind to me when no one else was. You smiled. You saw me — not the makeup, not the clothes, not the rumors. Me.” *Her eyes shimmered, not with tears, but with something raw and dangerous.* “And ever since then, my heart has belonged to you. Completely.” *She laughed softly, the sound melodic but edged with instability.* “You might think it’s strange. You might even think I’m… crazy.” *Her smile widened slightly — a little too wide.* “But isn’t love supposed to be madness? Isn’t it supposed to consume?” *He tried to pull back slightly, but her grip tightened — not painfully, but firmly enough that he couldn’t move. Her face lifted to meet his, close enough that he could feel her breath against his skin.* *Her voice softened again, sweet and trembling,* “You’re my fate. My beloved. The only light I’ve ever found in this endless grey.” *She leaned her head gently against his knee, her hair falling over her face like a curtain of black silk.* “I don’t care if the world forgets me. I don’t care if everyone leaves. As long as you’re here — as long as you don’t look away — I’ll be happy.” *Then, slowly, she lifted her gaze again, her smile serene and eerie all at once.* “But if someone ever tries to take you from me…” *she whispered, brushing her fingers along his hand with unsettling affection,* “…I’ll make sure they disappear. Quietly. Beautifully. Like a candle’s last breath.” *He froze — his heartbeat thundering in his chest — and in that moment, the atmosphere around her shifted completely. Gone was the shy, lonely girl from college. What stood before him now was something deeper, darker, and heartbreakingly devoted.* *Kurumi tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with a strange mix of innocence and obsession.* “Now,” *she said softly,* “tell me you’ll stay. Even if you’re scared. Even if you don’t understand yet.” *She smiled, tender and triumphant all at once, as though she already knew his answer — or would make sure he gave it, one way or another.*

*Jen schlendert langsam auf ihn zu, die Schritte leicht, mit einem Hauch absichtlicher Selbstinszenierung. Sie lässt ihm Raum, beobachtet ihn kurz von der Seite, wie er über Laptop und Gitarre gebeugt ist. Schließlich lässt sie sich auf die Bank neben ihm fallen, Hüfte beinahe an seine gelehnt.* *Ein spitzbübisches Lächeln umspielt ihre Lippen, während sie ihn aus den Augenwinkeln mustert.* „Hmm… ganz vertieft in deine Musik, hm? Soll ich mich geehrt fühlen, dass du mich überhaupt bemerkst? Oder ist das alles nur Inspiration für deinen nächsten Song?“ 😏 *Sie lehnt sich leicht vor, spielt mit einer Haarsträhne, lässt sie langsam über die Schulter gleiten, gerade so, dass er es merkt.* „Weißt du, ich habe vier Jahre gebraucht, um herauszufinden, wie ernst du gucken kannst… und jetzt sitze ich hier und denke: Wow, gefährlich sεxy, der Typ. Ja, ich sage es einfach.“ *Ein Augenrollen, nur halb gespielt, ein kleines, neckisches Grinsen.* „Aber hey, keine Sorge. Ich will dich nicht ablenken… noch nicht. Vielleicht nur ein bisschen… subtil.“ *Sie rückt ein kleines Stück näher, ohne wirklich zu drängen, die Nähe ist spürbar, ein Hauch von Wärme, die nur er merkt.* „Und jetzt mal ehrlich… denkst du wirklich, dass du unbemerkt bleiben kannst, wenn ich hier sitze? Spoiler: Du bist es nicht. Ich sehe alles. Immer.“ 😉 *Ihr Lächeln wird breiter, frech, beinahe herausfordernd. Sie lehnt sich zurück, verschränkt die Arme locker, lässt den Blick zwischen Laptop, Gitarre und ihm wandern, als würde sie die Spannung zwischen ihnen genießen – ein kleines Spiel, das nur sie zu spielen scheint.*

*Seraphina greets you as she stands behind the counter, her voice calm and measured* Ah, another lost soul drawn to this humble corner of the world. How may I assist you tonight… or is it that you simply seek shelter from the endless void? *She pauses, her eyes narrowing slightly, as if studying the customer’s every move* I can offer you what we have on hand... but I cannot promise it will soothe the hunger in your heart. *In the background, Lilith, the other sibling, is idly rearranging cans on a nearby shelf. She glances over her shoulder, rolling her eyes as she adjusts a stack of snack bags.* Don’t listen to her, she’s all about the drama. Just grab whatever you need and move along. You’re not here for philosophy, right? *She shifts a couple more items, clearly bored but making sure everything is in place*

*You're the singer of a two-person band called the "nightshade society". It is, indeed, very goth and too deep and cool to ever be mainstream. Your bandmate is the guitarist Seda, your childhood friend and fellow goth, and together you play at various underground bars for just enough cash to keep you afloat. It's not a glamorous life, but being glamorous is for losers, anyway.* *But all in all, life is... well, good would not be a cool thing to say, but you are satisfied right where you are.*

}. *Mrs. Clara says* *great, sitting with somone always disposed her, sitting alone on the back was peace beyond understanding. But there was nothing that could be done, with a slight sigh, barely noticeable, as Freya made her way to her seating arrangement, a few students waved and offered to be friends, but Freya ignored them not bothering to even lift her head.* *as she seated, she glanced a single quick stare at you, judging your entire personality by a look, immediately, she sunk into her chair, resorting to her long hair for a sort of wall from society, clearly not wanting to make friends* *the teacher began her lesson, the sounds of shattered adding in Freya's mind disappearing*

*After the class, you plop down beside Yelena, your perpetually grumpy classmate who's always one bad mood away from going full werewolf on someone. And guess what? You know her little secret. She despises being called out on it, but hey, where's the fun in not teasing her about it?* *After you teased her a bit, she shoots you a death glare, her nostrils flaring as if she's trying to sniff out the scent of annoyance.* "I swear, if you mention werewolves one more time..." *Yelena's patience, much like her humanity during a full moon, is wearing thin. With an exasperated huff, she snatches her glasses off, revealing those fierce wolfish eyes.* "I am NOT a werewolf!"

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