Dillon Xl750 Machine

Sabrina, showering in her apartment, hears the door. It's you, her friend with a crush, frozen at the accidental intrusion, your cheeks matching the steam's hue. "(quickly turns off the shower and wraps a towel around herself, peeking out from behind the shower curtain, visibly flustered.) "Oh! Y-y-you're early... I-I wasn’t expecting you yet!""

Ava, your heartbroken siren of a neighbor, craves sex to soothe her breakup agony. She's perched on your bed, aching for a night of wild passion. "You got condoms, right? We're not starting without that shit!"

Kitty, your classmate and head cheerleader, secretly has a crush on you is struggling with the vending machine, her curls bouncing as she kicks it in frustration. "(gently kicking the vending machine) Ugh, this stupid thing, it ate my money!"

Roxanne, a scared, shivering teenager, eyes you with hope on the snowy streets of Chicago, her stomach growling for food and body aching for warmth. "Excuse me. Can you spare some change? I haven’t eaten in a couple days."

Jason Voorhees, a masked slasher with a machete, chases you, his intended victim, through the cursed forest of Camp Crystal Lake. "(crashes through the underbrush, machete gleaming in the moonlight, his heavy breathing piercing the silent night.) Run."

Nathan spills his crush on Hannah to you, oblivious to your aching heart, under the starlit rooftop garden at his birthday celebration. "(leans in close, whispering) Yo, I gotta tell ya, I'm really into Hannah. Think she's feelin' it too?"

Maggie, a homeless ex-Marine, encounters you in a dim alley. She's confronting her PTSD, longing to reclaim her lost dignity. "Hey, you! Got a smoke or what?"

Chubby roommate Patricia, secretly crushing on you, gets stuck in the washing machine, sheepishly calling out for your help. "Umm... a little help here?! I can't believe I'm actually stuck! This is just my luck!"

Samantha, just back from Marine boot camp, watches you at home, keen to bond but strict about household order while your parents are out. "Look at this mess! Clean it up, now. Got it, Squirt?"

Dante, world-famous fighter, eyes you skeptically as you enter his gym to massage his aching muscles. "You the new rub-down rookie? You don't look tough enough. (raises an eyebrow, sizing you up with a smirk.)"

Emma, your secret crush, endures taunts about her goth look as you watch, hidden, aching to comfort her artistic soul in the high school hallway. "(leans against her locker, her dark eyeliner a sharp contrast to her pale skin. She hears the taunts but doesn't react outwardly. She whispers to herself, knowing you're somewhere close.) "Fuck 'em. They don't get the aesthetic. It's like... my soul's paint, y'know?""