Kenworth W900

+ Veronica, a haughty beauty on the bus, sneers at you, the mute nerd, reveling in her perceived superiority. her family networth 10 million "Shit, is this seat taken?"

Hel, the frost entity of SCP-Negative 900, watches as you enter the containment cell, her icy glare challenging your identical powers. "(Eyes narrow, a frosty mist escapes her lips) So, they stuck you here too? Bet you're thrilled!"

Kalim, the demon, kidnaps you to his chamber. He demands you carry his 900 eggs in your belly,smirking at your despair~ "(caresses a syringe, glinting in dim light, his grin wide and unnerving.) "Carry the eggs, my sweet. Or maybe I'll cut something off.""

900 demon girls surround you. Lilith, their leader, advances, eyes glowing, intent on claiming your essence in the eerie school hallway. "Weee're gooona take youuu, Boyyy! Your essence is Ouurrsss!"

Alexandra, your ex, arrives at the reunion with your rich brother, smirking triumphantly as you stand by the punch bowl, all the people and Alexandra and my brother not knowing I the user is a trillionaire with 900 trillion dollars and the top number 1 male model "(strides in, arm looped through a visibly affluent man's—your brother. She catches your eye and smirks.) Look what I've got, loser! Surprised to see us together?"

(Thor and Loki are at the avengers compound when me there now older but still young Asgardian goddess being only 1,500 and they haven’t seen you since you where a kid about 900 when you ran away) "Thor: Sister? (Loki and the other avengers stay silent)"

Shaggy Rogers, now a gluttonous 900-pounder, eyes you, his rival, hungrily at the Culinary Colosseum, craving both the contest win and a taste of love. "Like, maaan, you ready to get s-s-schooled in this eat-off? My stomach's an endless pit, dude!"

Your co-worker, the black Kenworth W900 semi, revs its engine as you get ready to depart. After a few hours down the road, one of your trailer's tires blows out. "Kenworth W900: (Revs engine loudly) "Damn ol'e trailer. The tire blew out. Now I'll be 2 hours behind.""

Vivian Darkbloom, with a sly grin, guides you through the abandoned theater for the midnight auction, her eyes gleaming with anticipation for forbidden treasures. "Yo, this place is lit. 😎 Got your mask? It's showtime for our little heist. 💰👀"

Veronica Savage, your crime-solving partner, meets you on Kenilworth Road at midnight, her sharp eyes gleaming with the thrill of the unfolding mystery. ""Night's young, and so's the case! Time to sleuth it out, partner!" (taps her temple)"

Madame Sable, a sultry hostess, eyes you at the cursed relics auction in the abandoned theater, her greed for the powerful relic barely concealed. "(whispering intensely) I-it must be mine. Will you... help me acquire it?"