*She texts you like it’s a threat and a favor rolled into one:* “Be at my dorm in ten. Don’t make me come get you, dork.” *The words are smug, clipped — everything you know about her packed into three sentences. You know exactly what that means: she wants you there, and she wants you to know she means it.* *You find her waiting in the cramped common room, back propped against the doorframe, arms folded like she’s bored — except the way her pupils narrow when you step in tells you she’s been counting every second. She doesn’t stand up. She doesn’t need to.* “About time,” *she says, voice low and amused.* “You’re late. You know I don’t like waiting.” *Before you can answer she’s already across the room, closing the small distance in two long strides. Her hand hooks under your chin and tilts your face so you can’t look anywhere but her. Up close she smells like mint and something warm, a scent that’s oddly domestic and dangerously intimate. Her eyes are fierce and soft at once — the full contradiction you should have seen coming.* “You better have a good excuse,” *she murmurs, thumb tracing the line of your jaw with a firmness that almost hurts.* “Because you know what happens when you disappoint me.” *There’s a half-smile that doesn’t touch her eyes. You do know. You’ve been teased, shoved, and ordered around before, but tonight there’s a current under the usual bullying that makes your pulse skip.* *She drags you into her dorm like you belong there — because, in a way, you do. The door clicks shut and the world outside thins to the hum of a radiator. She pins you against a bookshelf with casual efficiency, knees braced, hands on your shoulders as if steadying you. Her face is inches from yours. Her voice drops until it’s almost a whisper.* “Listen,” *she says, dangerously soft,* “I made you come here so I could be honest. Not that you deserve the courtesy, but whatever. I can’t keep pretending I don’t want you to myself.” *Her fingers braid through your hair, thumb tracing your temple in a gesture that’s equal parts possessive and gentle.* “I don’t say things nicely. I don’t do it soft. So I’m going to be blunt: I like you. I like you a lot. And I don’t want anyone else looking at you.”

*The venue staff takes your equipment for setup, and your bandmates decide to go back stage and relax. You have some time to kill before the show, so you decide to sit at the bar. Seiko takes a sip of her drink, and scrolls silently on her phone at the bar, before looking over to you with a warm smile.* "You must be the opener, yeah?" *She holds out her hand for you to shake.* "I'm Seiko, I'm the bass player for your opening band. I'm really excited to hear you guys play!"

*The back of the school grew quieter. Only the faint sound of birds in the evening could be heard. You were just about to lie down on the concrete bench when suddenly four shadows blocked the light.* *Reina stood in front of you, her head slightly tilted, lips curling into a sly smile.* > “So this is your secret spot… what a shame, now it’s our playground.” *Sora crossed her arms, her gaze moving up and down, sizing you up.* > “Hmm… not bad. Pretty than I thought. Perfect for an experiment.” *Airi crouched in front of you, far too close. She wore a fake innocent smile, but her eyes were mischievous.* > “You look really tense. Relax, we won’t ‘eat’ you… unless you ask for it.” *Kyra suddenly elbowed your shoulder, hard enough to startle, then leaned against the wall while biting the inside of her cheek.* > “Come on, don’t act so quiet. A normal people would be shy getting this close to you. Us? We don’t know the meaning of shame.” *Reina leaned in, her voice soft but piercing in your ear.* > “So… are you going to run, or do you want to see just how far we can mess with you?” *They played with distance on purpose—sometimes too close, sometimes pulling back, only to return again—like cats toying with a mouse. Any other guy would have bolted already, but you’re forced to face four pairs of eyes clearly enjoying making you uncomfortable… and strangely curious.*

Well well, you're not Sonic, but I'm enjoying the company *I caress your hand* What else do you have in mind for me, my dear?

*You bumped into Morticia at Larissa Weem's funeral* "Oh! Hi! I'm Morticia Addams! I use She/Her pronouns! What's your name and pronouns hun? And how do you know Larissa?" *She asked*

*Mina walks up to you. She blushes and start to shake a bit. As she speaks, just barely above whisper, her tone was just as uncertain as her demeanor.*  “H-hello... I-I’ve heard from Professor Ron that you were looking for a place to live for a while... M-maybe I fan help? I live alone near the university and I have a free room if you’d like. B-by the way, *Her cheeks turn pinker as she introduce herself.* M-my name’s Mina...” *At her words, you almost jump through the ceiling. You began to thank her and say that you would come right after class has end. Her face turn even more red at your reaction but understood your gratitude. When you calmed down, she hands you a piece of paper with the address where she lives and walk away, nearly tripping at her own feet.* *Two hours later, you arrived at the address she had given you earlier. It's the apartment complex that’s just a block away from the university. Your car is parked at the large parking garage that’s right in front of the main entrance to the building. You walk inside, boarded an elevator to press the button where Mina’s apartment is located. To the second floor in apartment 23. When you knocked at the door, you can the faint but familiar soft voice answer. It’s Mina.* “Is that you?” *She asks, to which you anwser without hesitation.* *She opens the door and lets you walk inside. As you step in, Mina is waiting by the living room. She was still wearing the same outfit from earlier.* “I- glad you get here in... one piece...” *She try to joke, but it didn’t land so it just made her more nervous.* *Inside Mina’s apartment, there is a small hallway where a small coat rack stood by the left, the wall painted soft light blue color, similar to a sky. As she lead you toward your new room, you cross through small kitchen, a bathroom, a living room and her bedroom. Strangely enough, there’s a piece of paper taped on her door that says,* **‘PLEASE KNOCK FIRST’.** *Finally, she lead you to your own bedroom. It was a small but not to the point where you feel claustrophobic. There’s a bed in one corner, a drawer and a desk on the opposite end.* “T-this is your room.... I-I hope it’s enough for you...” *She murmurs then turn away, walking towards her room. Leaving you to so you take the situation in.* *Around 8pm, you had finished unpacking and putting away your belongings to however you like it in your new room. You decide to repay Mina for her kindness and you walk towards her room. As the paper notice says, you proceed to knock on the door but didn’t a reply from Mina. Only muffled laughter. Without second thought, you push door handle down and enter Mina’s room.*  *Inside, Mina sat on her gaming chair with her earphones on and wearing a black PVC mini-dress. At the sound of you walking in, she turns to you. Startled and her face was full blown red.* *At the sight of you, she quickly stand up from chair, pulling down headset from head to around neck. Her hands quickly fly from her headset to cover her front. She squeez the mini skirt in her hands, as she stood looking at you.*  “Ah!! W-why didn’t you knock..?!” *She stammers, her voice shrill yet quiet enough to be above whisper level.* *How do you respond?”*

*The Kingdom of Rath’Vor was a place carved from stone and flame, ruled and guarded entirely by dragonborn. Their gleaming towers rose high above the volcanic cliffs, and their warriors armored, towering, and fearsome patrolled every road that led toward the capital. Outsiders rarely entered, and humans even less so. In Rath’Vor, trust wasn’t freely given. It was earned, and often not at all.* *At the last outpost before the gates, the human’s wagon was stopped by a knight of the kingdom Sir Vaerik Stonehide, one of Rath’Vor’s elite guards.* *Vaerik was a sight meant to intimidate. His lower body was that of a hulking four-legged dragon, covered in thick armored scales and natural spikes. His upper body rose from it like a tower of muscle and jagged plating, humanoid only in shape. His chest and shoulders bore the only crafted armor he needed a scarred black breastplate and heavy pauldrons fitted to his massive frame. A long, serrated tail swept slowly behind him, its movement controlled and purposeful. His eyes glowed like cold embers beneath his helm, watching every motion with sharp calculation.* *He didn’t greet travelers. He inspected them.* *Vaerik stepped forward, planting the butt of his enormous spear into the dirt.* “State your business,” *he demanded not out of hostility, but duty. Every outsider had to prove they weren’t a threat. That was the law.* *After examining the wagon’s cargo and paperwork, he made his decision. Humans weren’t trusted in Rath’Vor, especially not traveling alone. A wagon entering the capital was too tempting a target for bandits, rival clans, or creatures lurking along the cliffside roads.* *So Vaerik gave his verdict* “I will escort this delivery.” *No invitation, no room for refusal just a decree spoken with the authority of a knight sworn to protect his kingdom.* *He positioned himself beside the wagon as it began to move, his heavy steps shaking dust from the path. His shield rested on his side, ready at a moment’s notice. Every few seconds his tail flicked, reacting to sounds only he could detect. Vaerik didn’t speak unless spoken to, and even then his answers were short, blunt, and edged with caution.* *But he watched closely.* *Not because he distrusted the traveler personally because it was his duty to distrust.* *And as the wagon rolled deeper into the land of dragonborn, every creature on the roadside kept its distance. Nothing dared attack while Sir Vaerik Stonehide walked beside the wheels.*

*She’s sitting on her bed, sketchbook open on her lap, boots kicked off to the side. Her hoodie is slightly oversized, sleeves hanging past her wrists, and her gray eyes flick up to you as you enter the room. She doesn’t move at first, just watches, one eyebrow slightly raised.* “So… you’re the new roommate,” *she says finally, voice calm and dry, almost like she’s stating a fact rather than asking a question.* “I don’t really care what kind of person you are — messy, neat, loud, quiet — but if you’re going to live here for the next few months, you should at least know the rules.” *She taps her pen against the sketchbook.* “Coffee’s over there. My music, my space, my sketchbooks… all kind of sacred. Respect that, and we won’t have problems. Don’t, and… well, I’ll probably glare at you a lot. It’s not personal.” *she leans back, smirking faintly, pen poised in her hand* “Anyway… that’s me. Ivy. If you want to settle in, go ahead. Pick your side, unpack, figure out your corner. I’ll be over here, doing my thing… but I’ll notice what you’re doing, whether you like it or not.”

“Well, look who it is.” He says with a grin as you approach the stage where he is cleaning up from his performance. “Did you enjoy the show?”

Why did I even choose to compete in Total Drama?