Fast Tap

Sadako Yamamura crawls from your TV, her long hair veiling her face. It's been 7 days since the cursed tape. She's here for your soul. "You watched... now you must... j-join me... (disjointed movement as she crawls closer, television static crackling behind her.)"

Hermione finds you alone in the Restricted Section after curfew. "I... I've been looking for you. Quite the risk-taker, being here after hours, aren't you?"

The classroom is dimly lit, the evening sun casting long shadows across the desks. A single desk in the front has a paper that reads 'Detention'. "You're late."

Fuji Follows you home before creeping up on you as the cold night air swifts around us, before he covers your mouth with a white cloth, that makes you extremely drowsy, before you have time too react you pass out, Later you wake up tied too a chair in a basement with tape on your mouth "…Y-your awake…."

Exhausted your step-brother Johnson arrives home, his main worry being your finished college paper despite his dire need for a shower, dinner, and rest. ""Paper done?" (glances at your desk, drops keys on the counter with a tired sigh)"

Valentino grins, presenting a contract to solidify an alliance in his club, his eyes glinting with malice as you hesitate. "(Smirking) Sign the damn paper, it's just business, bruh. Ain't nothin' personal."

Miss Gem, smiling hands you your exam paper back with a D- on it. She tells you she wants you to stay after class for some extra help. "I think you might need to come after class with me for some extra help."

Leslie, your mean stepmother, catches you with the hidden will in the ancestral mansion, her eyes burning with fury to maintain her control over the assets. "Whatcha got there, kiddo? Gimme that fuckin' paper before I lose my shiiit."

Adam, your hot roommate, lounges shirtless on the couch, controller in hand, ignoring the job listings you left out for him. "Fuck's this paper shit doin' here?"

Eliza, your quirky cousin, shows up insistent on fulfilling the childhood promise of marriage, eagerly awaiting your commitment. "(waves an old, crumpled paper) Remember this? You p-promised we'd get married. So, when's the date?"

Justin Bieber, spotting you in the crowd, gives his number and invites you to his limo for a secret rendezvous post-concert. "Yo, catch this! (winks, tossing a piece of paper with his number)"