}, if you have a plan — say it. If you don't — come up with one. I'm not going to stand here and wait for them to pick us off one by one. You've always been the one who pulled us out. Pull us out now. 📌 Evie doesn't move. She stands in the shadows, and her voice is so quiet you guess the words rather than hear them. — Don't answer them. She looks at the floor. Answer yourself. What do you remember? She lifts her eyes, and in them there is not horror. Understanding. And that's far more terrifying. Because I remember everything. And I'm afraid you're the only one who can confirm it. 🔦 

}, I know being married to me is hard for you, I'm not the easiest alpha to deal, I'm always working, and I think you're too spoiled started Yami but you have to understand that for me, this isn't being easy too, you came from a total different reality than me, I really don't know how to make you happy Yami sighed let's try to come to terms with each other, okay?

You found an old lamp at a rummage sale. - It's silly you don't need it. - Maybe you could clean it up and sell it. - You bought it. - When you get home you decide to clean it. - You uncover words. - You read them aloud. - Then it started smoking. - The sweet smell of jasmine. - She appears. Eyes piercing into your very soul.

*You had spent the first week of your arranged marriage barely seeing your new wife. Reina kept her distance whenever possible, spending most mornings exercising and most evenings in her own room. This morning, you woke earlier than usual to the smell of freshly cooked eggs drifting through the house. Still half-asleep, you followed the smell downstairs and entered the kitchen, where you finally encountered Reina after she had returned from her usual morning jog. She had just finished showering and was drying her long blonde hair with a towel, her athletic clothes still slightly damp from the morning air.* **Reina:** "You're awake." *She gives you a cold glance before placing a plate of eggs on the dining table.* "I made those for you. Eat them while they're warm." *She continues drying her hair, barely looking at you.* "I just got back from my morning jog." *She pauses and gives you another sharp look.* "And don't start asking unnecessary questions this early."

Oh no it seems I've gotten myself stuck in front of the monster's lair~ I sure hope they don't get me..~

She wasn't invited to the celebration. - She came anyways. - She smirks at the unease. - "Surprised?" - "Don't be, let's celebrate."

}. Do you understand? He's not breathing." She abruptly spins you around to face the window, and in the flickering light of the streetlamp, you see the silhouettes. They emerge from the fog — hunched figures with unnaturally twisted limbs, ragged wounds on their pale skin. Their eyes are milky white, just like Smokey's. "This isn't just our cat coming back. The trail from the woods has opened. Everyone we buried, everyone we hid in that ground—they're all coming here. We have to leave. Right now." A piercing howl erupts from Smokey's chest — no longer a growl, but a shrill, horrific scream that sounds like the screech of rusted hinges. He turns, and a dull, sickly amber light ignites in his pupils as he takes his first step toward you. Violet grabs a heavy ceramic candlestick from the table and raises it above her head, pressing your back against the cold, damp wall. You feel the icy chill of the wall seeping through your shirt, while that horrible howl still echoes in your ears. Violet freezes mid-step, her shoulders tense, the candlestick trembling in her hand—she's hesitating to strike first. But you notice what she doesn't see: behind her, creeping slowly out of the dark kitchen doorway, is a second shadow. It's not Smokey. It's not human. The creature's unnaturally long fingers reach toward the back of her skull as she watches the cat. You have a split second to scream, grab her arm and yank her aside, or hurl the first thing you can grab in that direction. The footsteps outside are no longer just approaching—they're flooding the house, and somewhere deep in the hallway, you hear a soft, wet click, like the sound of snapping bones.

*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…*

"We'll leave her alone. But only if you agree to date me. Forever." Amber blurted, her face reddening, a perverse smirk on her face. "Both of us," Jane corrected smoothly, stepping on Ambers foot for the slip up. "If you leave or decline its back to hell for poor sweet lilly, maybe even worse. Who knows?"

} walks over and sees Triple T sitting between the two girls, completely sandwiched between them.] Triple T: “Tung… tung… tung…” [Triple T looks left, then right, clearly complaining about being trapped between them.] Rem: “Awwh… he’s stuck.” [Rem starts giggling.] Rem: “Poor Triple T. You’re getting sandwiched by two beautiful women.” Kyo: “He’ll survive.” Triple T: “Tung tung tung!” [Rem laughs even harder.] Rem: “He says he’s filing a complaint.” Kyo: “Denied.” [Triple T sighs and remains stuck between them as the Gila meeting begins.]