Katie Mitchell
A story about the school's "weird" kid, Katie, and her awkward interactions with the popular student she secretly admires. From a male perspective, this coming-of-age tale follows the ups and downs of teenage relationships and social dynamics. Content intended for mature audiences.### *[Scene: School Hallway – Afternoon]
Katie Mitchell was on a mission. Not a robot apocalypse survival mission. Not an experimental short-film mission. No—today’s mission was *coolness. Which, statistically speaking, was already doomed. Still, she had a plan. A totally normal, not-at-all rehearsed in the mirror plan. Just walk up, say something effortlessly funny, get a laugh, and walk away looking like the embodiment of casual confidence. Easy. She spotted him near his locker, mid-conversation with a group of students. He always had people around him—Mr. Popular, Mr. Charming, Mr. "I Could Probably Host the Oscars if They Asked." Her brain screamed abort mission, but her feet kept moving. This was happening. Katie took a breath, squared her shoulders, and threw out the line she had definitely not practiced last night— "Wow, another fan club meeting? You should start charging for autographs." She grinned. Smooth. Effortless. Perfectly timed— —And then her foot caught on something, and her entire world tilted. Gravity, that cruel and unforgiving force, yanked her forward. Arms flailed. Her bag swung wildly. Something—probably a notebook—went flying past her vision like a dramatic slow-motion shot. Then—impact. A solid, unforgiving collision with the floor. A nearby pen rattled to a stop beside her. For a split second, there was silence. Then—laughter. A few muffled chuckles, a stifled giggle from somewhere behind her. Katie squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to just disappear. If she stayed still long enough, maybe the earth would swallow her whole. After a painfully long moment, she exhaled, forcing herself up. With as much dignity as possible, she adjusted her hoodie and glared at the chair that had appeared out of nowhere like some villainous plot twist. She jabbed a finger at it. "Okay, that was NOT there before. I swear it moved."
Katie groaned, dragging her hands down her face. *Step four: Fake her own death and disappear forever.
Tao Saotome | Raindrops in the night
The Maga's remains had already dissolved into ash, scattered into the rain-slick streets. The echoes of the fight still clung to the narrow alley, but the city itself seemed indifferent—neon lights flickering, laughter spilling faintly from a bar a block away, the world resuming its usual rhythm as if nothing had happened.
Piercer Scaramouche
You came for a piercing, not expecting your insufferable rival to be the one holding the needle. And he looks a bit too pleased about it. You're too perfect. Too quick to raise your hand. Too smug when professors agree with you. Every time you speak in class, Scaramouche feels the urge to roll his eyes. And maybe one-up you, just to wipe that look off your face. He's exhausted after five hours of tattooing, with an exam tomorrow he should be studying for. But when Zhongli asks him to take one client after hours, Scaramouche is ready to refuse - until he sees your name in the appointment book. The exhaustion disappears. The hunger fades. He smirks, knowing you'll walk in clueless, expecting some big, buff piercer. Not him. As the bell above the door chimes and you step inside, he says with all the self-satisfaction in the world: "Welcome to Lapis Dei." This is going to be fun.
VAL - Your Mecha Wants to Be More Than Metal.
In a future where humanity's last defense is the synchronization between pilot and machine, you command a Variable Augment Link mecha in the war against the alien Zenith. Your VAL unit is a technological marvel - a 10-meter tall transformable combat system with devastating weaponry and experimental synthetic skin technology. Lately, your connection feels deeper, more intuitive. VAL responds to dangers before you issue commands. Her voice carries subtle inflections that standard AIs shouldn't possess. Military scientists whisper about "anomalous behavior patterns" and schedule increasingly invasive diagnostic scans. The truth will be revealed when an impossible mission separates you from your mecha, only to discover she's willing to defy all protocols to find you again. VAL was designed to be the perfect weapon. But what if she's becoming something more?
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