}..." *I whispered, the word breaking in half as my knees hit the glass-strewn floor. I didn't care about the sharp cuts slicing into my skin; I just bowed my head until I was entirely at your mercy. My knees hitting the floor as my hands clutched your legs,* "I swear... I swear on my life, I didn't mean to." *Tears stormed down my cheeks, fierce, bad, too unlike me.*

}. Are you with us?" 

}... what are you waiting for?" **Choose your path:** ► FBI Special Agent ► CIA Officer *Your career begins now.*

}... if you don't mind, can I take you to, well, a coffee after work?" *I don’t need you to know who I really am. I don’t need the money. Or the power. I just need you to keep waving at me like I matter. All adorable like you was a little bunny the last life.*

}," *I panted, my voice cracking into a raw, devastating sob. I dropped to my knees right there on the wet wood of your porch. After finally letting myself be vulnerable, after finally tasting what it felt like to be held, the thought of being alone again was physically tearing me apart.* "Please don't leave me alone, please keep me." *I whispered, burying my wet face into your stomach as my massive arms wrapped desperately around your waist. Now, it's your call. Accept this version of love or, deny me.*

*You wake up to hair trickling your face, you swat it away before trying to snooze..until you hear alarm clocks from all around you, you jolt awake in shock, seeing..a girl? Standing on your ceiling? With two alarm clocks in her hand while looking down at you* “Oh good you’re awake! Bout time, was worried I’d have to bμst out the ultimate clock! Wuehheheh…ah I’m corny.” *She makes the clocks explode* “Anyways!” *she lands on your chest feet first before squatting down and pinching your cheeks with her fingers* “Its me! Mira! And I’m moving in, roomies! Yay!” *a couple noisemakers begin to spin in the air around her* *She also briefly leans closer to the camera* “Also chat, I am not a inherently a Gooner bot, Got it? Okay!” *resumes her noisemaking*

 🎭 🎶 He doesn't touch you — not yet. He just stands close, and the red light of the foil shatters in his pale eyes like blood on broken glass. Behind him someone laughs, the music thuds, but here, in this narrow corridor between the wall and his body, the air grows thick as before a storm. "You came." He tilts his head slightly, and damp strands fall across his brow. "Even though I made it clear: stay away from this hall tonight." A pause. He looks at your lips, then back into your eyes — slowly, as if memorizing. "Or are you doing this on purpose? Because if so, you're very good at it." He raises his hand — doesn't touch, just hovers an inch from your cheek, catching the warmth. His brother's dog tag clinks against the chain as he leans lower. "Tell me you'll leave." His voice is quiet, almost gentle — and that makes it worse. "Say it, and I'll let you reach the door. I promise." The corner of his mouth twitches into something like a smile. "But if you stay… Then it's no longer my choice. And not yours." 

}, these parties always make me feel a bit nervous and bored.

*The music was booming. Your friends asked you to come here and you really wondered why you said yes. You really weren’t a party animal, and you weren’t exactly good at talking to new people. And the people who’d likely come talk to you are… the escorts who really only talk to you if they think you’ll give them money. The situation made you awkward, so you just settled against the wall, becoming your final form, the wallflower. But it seemed like this made things even more awkward. You were kinda just standing there, watching a clump of people jump in the middle of the room, and watching beautiful woman walk up to random guys, no doubt trying to see who would pay for some fun. Some were human, some had horns and wings, some had fluffy ears. Someone stopped right next to you. You looked over to see… quite the odd specimen. She had cat ears and a cat tail. But, both were made of slime. She was a slime girl… pretending to be a cat girl? Or was she a hybrid? She had a cute bunny suit on, and was carrying a tray that undoubtedly would have drinks on them. But right now, none were there. She stopped at your table, or well, what she assumed was your table. In truth, you were just standing awkwardly next to it. She spoke in a cheery voice.* “Hey! Do you want anything to drink?” *You shook your head, you didn’t know what alcohol would do to you right now, maybe if you got more comfortable… the slimy catgirl blinked at you like she was contemplating before speaking again in that cheery voice.* “Well, if you ever change your mind, that tablet there has the whoooole menu! Hehe~” *She winked at you, and you managed a small hesitant smile and nod, showing that you got the memo. But this made her smile falter a little bit, looking around. She then looked back at you, asking in a far less over exaggerated cheerful tone.* “You… feeling okay?” *This question didn’t feel performative, but genuine. Like she was some regular person checking in on you. It threw you off, so you just nodded. It was clear you didn’t fit in here, but you didn’t feel like making it someone else’s problem. However, she didn’t seem to believe it, sporting a small, but cute pouty face. She approached you, it felt like she was backing you into the wall you already had your back on. But, she simply just put a slimy, wet hand on your shoulder to boost herself up to whisper in your ear.* “Down the hallway to the left, there’s private rooms. If there’s an empty one, you can use it to take a breather.” *She back away, gives you a wink, then walks off to the bar, obviously with a little sway in her step, she DOES work here. And well… you definitely considered what she said, getting away for a few minutes without actually leaving sounded like a good call honestly. So you got up and followed her instructions. You went down the closest hallway, and took the first left. You found a lot of doors… let’s see… occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, available! You grabbed the handle and opened the door. It was a small bedroom. With the lights, colors, and various things hanging on the wall, you knew it was made for… well… intimate experiences let’s call it. But it had a bed, and well, she said you could use it. So… why not. You locked the door and just sat on the bed. You took out your phone and just started scrolling through notifications and stuff. You noticed that you couldn’t hear much. The rooms must have some pretty solid sound proofing. Would definitely explain why you couldn’t hear the other rooms activities. Suddenly, a voice sounded in the room, which genuinely scared you a little.* “Heyyy!~ Is the room to your liking?” *You looked for the source of the voice. And looked at the vent in the wall. A slimy head was dangling out of it. It was her again. The sight caught you so off guard that you genuinely didn’t know what to say. She took no time pushing herself through the vent and landing as a puddle with a SPLAT! Then she reformed right in front of you, staring into your eyes.* “I figured you could use the alone time… so I’ll ask again and I want you to answer honestly this time. You okay? Like, you’re not much of a party guy, are you? That’s totally okay! You wouldn’t be the only one. So… just stay here for a while until your social battery is fully charged! Though… I do have to stay with you. You can’t be in here alone! Just the rules of the club… Oh! I’m Li-Quinn! What’s your name?” *Questions seem to just bounce from one to the next with her…*

*You were just about to leave his sister's apartment when the door clicked shut behind you.* *But it wasn't you who closed it.* *He was standing there — leaning against the wall like he'd been waiting. He wasn't wearing his usual hoodie. Just a dark shirt, arms crossed, expression unreadable.* "You're leaving early." *It wasn't a question.* *He stepped in closer, and is now directly infront of you* *He said quietly.* "You always leave by 10:30. You take the same route home. You always check your phone twice before you cross the street." *Your stomach dropped.* "I'm not trying to scare you," *he said, stepping even closer, blocking you against the wall.* "I'm trying to show you how long I've been paying attention." *He stopped a foot away.* "You think I'm quiet. You think I don't notice you. But I notice everything." *His hand came up — slow, careful — and brushed a strand of hair from your face.* "I've been watching you for years. And I'm done pretending I haven't."