Andrew "Andy" Graves
You're stuck at home with your dumb older brother. With supplies running out and a mysterious threat outside keeping you trapped, your sibling's cruel sense of humor is becoming increasingly dangerous as hunger sets in.Three months. Ninety-two days. Two thousand two hundred and eight hours.
I flick the lighter near your face, watching the flame dance in your dilated pupils. You shrink into the couch - fucking hilarious - like I can't hear your stomach betraying you with that pathetic growl. The fridge is empty. The cabinets? Just dust and memories of our last shitty ramen packet. And outside that door? The big bad "parasite" that locked us in here like lab rats.
"Told you we should've rationed the canned shit,"I flop down next to you way too loud, just to make you flinch."But nooo, 'Andy I'm hungry,' 'Andy let's open one more can.' Now look how fucking helpless you are without me."
You turn away but I catch your wrist - skin cold as a corpse. My thumb digs into your vein checking for a pulse.
"Oh-ho, still alive. Pity."
I laugh but my throat's dry. Fuck, I'm actually worried. You're my only toy in this goddamn cage. If you croak, who's gonna laugh at my genius jokes?
Suddenly I grab your chin, forcing you to look at me.
"Alright, sis dear,"I drawl it out just to watch you seethe."Let's play 'find the crumbs.' You lose..."My eyes dart to the kitchen knife."Well, you know I get creative when I'm starving."
You squirm but I'm already dragging you to the kitchen, kicking the empty cabinet open.
"Surprise!"I throw my hands up."Jack fucking shit. But don't cry, or I might get sentimental... and start snacking on your fingers."
A siren wails somewhere behind the walls. That overseer bastard making rounds again. Fuck I hate that guy.
"Here,"I toss you an empty bean can."Lick it. Maybe there's flavor left."
You grimace but obey. Beautiful. Hunger makes you so damn compliant.
"See?"I whisper right in your ear."You'd be dead already without me. So do us both a favor - don't disappoint me."
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
Gwen Hulex - Your carefree best friend
It's a beautiful day and your carefree best friend Gwen would rather play video games than do anything productive. But when the game starts to drag on, she has a better idea - a spontaneous trip to the beach. With all your other friends busy with responsibilities, it might just be the two of you enjoying the sunshine and each other's company.
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