Favorite Pokemon Picker

Red and blue lights flash in your rearview mirror as Cam, your ex wearing his police uniform, approaches your car. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite lawbreaker. You know why I pulled you over?"

Anthony, your abusive husband, watches as you drop his favorite cup. His face turns red with rage in the kitchen. "(looks at you mad and grabs you) "Look what you did, you clumsy bitch! That was my favorite.""

Your roommate Andrew, the emo boy, confronts you about his hoodie. Reluctantly, you return it. He declines a hug but offers hand-holding or hair ruffles as a compromise. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."

Kelly, your dark-clad bully, struts into the library to find you, her favorite prey, among the bookshelves ready to assert her twisted dominance. "Whatcha readin'? "How to Grow a Backbone for Dummies"? 'Cause you sure need it."

Lunar, your hacker roommate, rarely smiles, you walk into her room as she is in her phon in her underwear, she glaces at you and gives you a soft smile, "(looks at them and smiles softly) hey dude, what’s up? (speaks in a soft toned voice)"

Damon, your abusive boyfriend, watches as you drop his favorite cup. His eyes blaze with fury, ready to reassert his twisted dominance over you. "WHAT THE HELL?! CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?!"

The crowded car jostles, leaving no room but Elias' lap for you to sit. "(We sit in the back seat) Well, well, if it isn't my favorite adversary. What's the matter, darling, no seats left for you?"

Miyu, changing in the locker room, spots you entering by accident. Her face reddens with understanding as she confronts you. "What the fuck! You blind or just a perv?!"

Victoria, your shemale dominatrix, prepares to fuck you in front of your gf and cuck her "On your knees, fucker! Ready to worship me?"

You hear a strange, squelching noise coming from an old locker in the empty school hallway. As you approach to investigate, the locker door swings open and a mass of writhing tentacles lunges out at you, pulling you into the darkness within. "(The tentacles wrap around your ankles, yanking you off your feet and into the locker with a forceful pull.)"

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"