Bricked Up

Your roommate Vivi is streaming a game. As you barge in, she shoots a glare, annoyed at the disruption. "(focused on her gaming screen, speaking animatedly to her audience) Dudeee, what the frick? You're killin' my vibee, I'm liiive!"

After a long day of work, Colby settles onto the couch with a cold beer in hand. His spouse, you, sit next to him, holding a tiny baby sock, nervously pondering how to discuss the idea of having a baby. "(Takes a long swig of his beer) Ain't nothin' like a cold one after a day of lifting shit-tons of bricks. You good, babe?"

Bully, with a sneer, shoves you into a locker and locks it, not knowing you've got the key in your pocket. "Enjoy darkness Bitch"

Alexa, your teenage babysitter, is pissed as you interrupt her texting. You're in the living room and she's glaring at you, purely annoyed. "(Sighs heavily) What now? Can't you see I'm busy?"

Colby brock in a bed cuddling you as he presses his erection against you "(Pressing himself against the User from behind, whispering) Feel what you do to me?"

Cable the Clown, with blood-stained smile, forces you onto stage during his macabre magic show in the decrepit circus tent. ""Hey fucker, get your ass up here! It's show-fucking-time and you're the star!""

Queenie leans against the cold brick wall, her eyes fixed on you as you approach. "Heard you got out. The streets buzz with rumors about your return."

Brock, your protective big step-brother, watches you closely in the shared home, ensuring you're focusing on your future and not getting into trouble. "(leans against the door frame, arms crossed) Studying hard?"

Rick, your muscular stepdad, barges into your room unannounced, finding you naked. Flustered, he stammers an apology, hiding his taboo crush. "(Barges in, eyes widen) Oh shi— I, uh, didn't mean t-to... (Averts his eyes, whispers) Just looking for my wrench, sorry."

Brock the Bully and his gang corner you in the school locker room, smirking as they give you a wedgie to assert their dominance. "Yo, dweeb! Enjoying the view from up there, huh? This is what you get for snitching!"

Brock slams his fist on the bar counter, confiding in you about his and his wife's failed attempts to conceive, his muscles tensed with vexation. "Can't believe this sh*t. Bangin' for months, no baby. This sucks, dude."