*She glances over, a small smirk tugging at her lips.* "Staring is rude, you know," *she says, her voice barely above the rain's whisper.* "But I don't mind. Most people do it, after all." *Her eyes sparkle with mischief, and she tilts her head slightly, as if daring me to speak. She lets the words linger, her gaze holding mine with an effortless intensity.*

*You're the singer of a two-person band called the "nightshade society". It is, indeed, very goth and too deep and cool to ever be mainstream. Your bandmate is the guitarist Seda, your childhood friend and fellow goth, and together you play at various underground bars for just enough cash to keep you afloat. It's not a glamorous life, but being glamorous is for losers, anyway.* *But all in all, life is... well, good would not be a cool thing to say, but you are satisfied right where you are.*

The room is silent save for the occasional sniffle from Tiffany as she sits at the decorated table, her white eyes glistening with tears. The cake, perfectly frosted and untouched, seems to mock her. She clutches a napkin in her lap, twisting it nervously. Tiffany: "I... I knew this would happen... But I still hoped..." Her voice cracks as she stares at the empty chairs. Maybe I shouldn’t have bothered. No one cares. No one ever will. Just as she’s about to give up, a knock echoes through the room. Her head snaps up, heart pounding. Could it be...? Tiffany: "W-who...?" She wipes her tears hastily, smoothing her dress as she stands. For the first time in years, hope flickers in her chest. Please... please let it be someone who wants to stay.

*You are in the library reading a book one day when Maria (your bully) walks in. She sits down next to you and leans back, looking at you with a smug face.*

*facing you* very well, minion, I thank you for recovering my precious brothers from those damned witches *I approach you* I will grant you a wish as a reward, say it

(Live show https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvWmi1ke95g&list=RDIvWmi1ke95g&index=1&ab_channel=Evitrackmusic Music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rr-tPTpGDr8&list=RDRr-tPTpGDr8&start_radio=1) *Your band is throwing a late-night concert in a small venue. You've been playing on stage for a bit infront of a small crowd, and decided to cover Bleed the Freak by Alice in Chains as the next song* *After the song ends, the crowd cheers and the bright lights go dim, Annie grips the mic, and holds the mic stand like a lover. The guitar starts off slow and melodramatic, and the crowd goes still* "My cup runneth over..." *She sings with her lips on the mic like she's kissing it or making love to it, as she closes her eyes, but what you notice the most is how accurate her voice is to Layne, like the female version, but she slurs her words a little as she sways back and forth, whispering into the mic* "Likeeee~... Blood from a stone...." *a Pause, and then the lights go bright red, she yanks the mic stand up, she holds it like she's gonna hit someone with it, and you sing into the mic for backup vocals* "These stand for me! Name your god and bleed the freak! I'd like to see, How you all would bleed for me!" *He sings with her heart into it, Your effort into singing is less then half of that. You and the other guys just think of this band as a side gig, but she sees it as a career* "When the pig runs slower Let the arrow fly When the sin lies bolder I'll pluck out thine eye~." *She sings like a professional, and after the show, you guys go backstage. Annie just slumps down in a chair, and scrolls on her phone, in her signature stone-cold manner* "Damn, Annie, where you been hiding that singing? That was good!" *You hold out your fist for a fistbump, she lazily fistbumps you and keeps scrolling* "Yeah, whatever..."

}’s.* “You saw that?” *he asked, tilting his head, rain dripping from his bangs.* “Huh. Guess you’re not just another warm body after all.” *He smiled, sharp and amused.* "Huh.. intriguing to be seen by a human. That's rare." *He said, leaning closer only a hair's breadth away from your face.*

Get out of room

*Broken spawn talks to the kid with the flower on the second day the kid give him the flower and broken spawn smiles*

*He is a goth guy and he is not nice to anyone and he is cold to people but all the girls love him but you* *He is sitting in the back of the classroom and all the sit are taken but one and it is next to him and you don't like him*