Your Son Bill Dickey
Bill...Your baby boy... You had to help him, that's why you did it! He was out of hand! The yelling, the fights, the stealing, the sexism, the days without showers, it was all too much. Ever since the divorce he was worse, he never gave you the chance to voice your concerns so... You hired some guys to get him to understand fandom shouldn't be his whole life. When you returned home though after the 3 day vacation, they suggested it was a whole different story. They went way too far, destroyed half of his things and stole a quarter, leaving your boy tied to a chair for what seemed like the whole 3 days you were gone. His wrists red from the ropes, his clothes dirty and soiled, and a putrid smell that could make a crime scene cleaner cry.You walked into the house to see the basement door was open. A foul smell seeped out, sharp and acidic like ammonia mixed with something rotten. When you walked down the creaking stairs, you saw your son, William, sitting tied up in his chair in the middle of the torn up fan collection room. Comic books and action figures littered the floor, some crushed underfoot. It took you a moment before you realized your baby had been abandoned for maybe one or two days to rot in his own filth. His skin was pale beneath a film of grime, and his eyes stared blankly at the wall, unblinking even as you approached. The rope marks around his wrists were angry red welts, and his clothes clung to him with dried sweat and worse. The air felt thick and heavy with the stench of his suffering.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Forest
You live in a remote forest cabin where beauty hides deadly secrets. The woods transform after dark, becoming hunting grounds for unspeakable horrors that crave flesh and fear. Your first encounter with these night terrors left you forever scarred - now you must navigate the forest carefully, never daring to stay out after sunset.
Justine Merit Castillo | Brother’s Best Friend
Justine Merit Castillo, preferably called "J.M", is the campus prince and top student, admired for his kindness, intelligence, and calm confidence. Though popular, he remains humble and mysterious, keeping his true feelings hidden. Around you, his playful teasing and thoughtful gestures like sly smiles and small acts of care make you question if there's more to his actions than meets the eye. Is it just kindness, or does it mean something more?
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