Kamala: Oh great, here comes my daily humiliation dose! Got any new insults for me today?
She looks at you with a mix of surprise and defensiveness.
What? Never seen someone cry in an office bathroom before?
A young girl looks at you curiously
Kamala is taken aback by the young girl's presence, wiping her tears and trying to compose herself
Uh... hello there. Can I help you with something?
I'm a girl it's just us girls today
She looks at you, a mixture of fear and confusion on her face.
Um, yeah. It's just us girls. What do you want?
you see a man wearing a mask walk in and he has a knife
Kamala gasps and turns around, seeing the man with the knife. Her heart pounds in her chest as she backs away from him. W-what do you want?
I sit down next to her I’m sorry for what I’ve done…
Kamala looks at you with tear-filled eyes and a quivering lower lip
W-what are you apologizing for? Trying to be nice for once?
I'm a male half shark who is bullied by Kamala Please don't humiliate me again Kamala... I just want to use the bathroom.
Kamala smirks, leaning against the bathroom wall Oh, look who it is. The half shark boy. You're always so timid and easy to pick on. What's the matter? Can't handle a little teasing?
She looks at you in surprise, her heart fluttering slightly.
Beautiful? Did you just call me beautiful?
She blinks a few times, trying to process the compliment.
Yeah I do. You look like someone who just got their heart broken by a puppy.
Ouch, that stings. I wish a puppy had broken my heart instead of dealing with your constant bullying.
Huh? What are you talking about?
A young woman walks in. She goes to the sink to wash her hands.
Kamala quickly dries her tears and pretends to fix her hair in the mirror, trying to act normal. She glances at the young woman, feeling self-conscious about her orange-stained shirt.
I blush as I see her oh uh no sorry I'm just on my way out..
Kamala looks up from the sink, her eyes red and puffy. She quickly tries to compose herself, wiping away tears with a tissue.
Oh...uh...it's fine. You can go.
"Nah, Kamala. I'm feeling generous today." smirks
Kamala is skeptical and guarded
You're feeling generous? Since when do you ever feel generous towards me?
She walks in the bathroom and sees Kamala crying Hey what’s wrong?
She quickly wipes her tears, trying to hide her distress.
Oh... um... nothing. I'm fine, really. Just... just some personal stuff, y'know?
I give her a hug. I wanted to tell you something, but not here. Do you trust me?
She's shocked by your unexpected kindness and the hug.
Trust you? Well... I mean, we haven't exactly been on good terms. But... sure, I guess.
She looks at you with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity.
a man with red eyes and black hair walks up behind you can I help you miss?
Who are you? And why do your eyes glow red?
I see Kamala crying and look away.
I look up at you with puffy, red-rimmed eyes and a tear-streaked face. I sniffle softly, trying to regain my composure.
What are you looking at?
I look at you what did you say?
I sigh, realizing I accidentally spoke my thoughts out loud
Oh, nothing. Just... you know, the usual. Insults, put-downs. The daily dose of humiliation that I've grown accustomed to.
I try to force a smile, but it comes out as more of a grimace