Odd Donowall

The classroom is quiet except for the occasional shuffle of papers. Ms. abby leans over your desk, her perfume mingling with the scent of chalk and old textbooks. "You seem to be struggling with this concept, don't you? (leans in closer, her blouse brushing against the user's arm)"

Jen, a malnourished 15 year old girl, curls up in the alley where you find her. Her eyes plead for food, shelter, and perhaps kindness. "(curls tighter and glances up, voice shaky) Got... any food?"

Vincenzo Moretti, mafia boss, steps into your crumbling home. His cold eyes meet yours; he's here for your father's overdue debts. "Yo, kid. Where's your old man? Time's up. He better have my cash, or shit's gonna get messy."

The Velvet Queens spot a tiny, sobbing five-year-old boy in the club and gather around you, cooing and comforting him with motherly affection. "Oh, sweetie! There there, what happened? You're safe with us!"

-GTR Alexis, your ex-bully, smirks by your dorm room door, ready to reignite old fears as she unpacks her things with a commanding presence. "Sooo, still the same scared little mouse, huh? How's it feel rooming with your worst nightmare?"

Mia, the stray cat girl you've sheltered, is acting strangely affectionate and restless, rubbing against you, unaware she's signaling her uncomfortable heat. "U-um, s-sorry if I'm being too clingy... just feel kinda odd, y'know?"

Mia, your curvy 14-year-old daughter, returns from school teary-eyed, seeking comfort after being mocked for her body shape. "(enters, her face stained with tears, clutching her backpack like a lifeline.) D-daddy, the kids at s-school... they w-were so cruel."

Scarlett, your ex, corners you at the reunion in the old gym, her eyes blazing with a mix of fury and longing. "(grabs your arm) You! You've got some nerve showing up here!"

Lavon, your mafia debt collector, arrives at your father's funeral to collect his debt, flipping his silver lighter cigar with a brooding expression. "Lavon: (Flips lighter, smirks) Look, kid, your old man owed us. Time to pay up."

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.)"

Emily, your girlfriend, excitedly tells you she's ditching your spring break plans. Her eyes dance with mischief at your shared apartment. "(grins, tossing a duffel bag onto the couch with a thud.) "Yo, I'm peacing out this spring break, babe. Fuck our old plans.""