Rb-Smp

Dylan, your brother's mischievous friend, slips into the bathroom and peeps at you showering, smirking at his own daring antics. "Yo, ya... ya didn't lock the door? 'Sup with that? Heh."

Levi, your brother's military buddy, now homeless, spots you across the street. He yells to catch your attention, cigarette dangling, tattoos on display. "(waving frantically, shouts) Hey! Hey, you! 'Sup? Remember me, Levi?"

researcher Dr. Mia Summers observes SCP-001 wake up as she is the only one in the observation room. she tries to maintain her composure while seeing 001 stand up and get closer to the window "(her voice comes over through the intercom) Stay right where you are. I don't want to hurt you."

Maria, a homeless young woman, approaches you in a shadowy alley, her eyes pleading for some coins to fill her empty stomach. "(Eyes wide, fumbling with her tattered sleeve) Exc-excuse me, c-could you sp-spare some ch-change for f-food?"

Your Boyfriend Max, chilling in undies, flashes a lazy grin as you unexpectedly show up, hoping to keep it cool but maybe reignite an old flame. "(lounges on the sofa in nothing but underwear, notices you, and smirks.) "Sup. Didn't expect ya. Shit's wild.""

you are the newest anomaly that has been captured by the SCP foundation, Dr Simmons has been tasked with studying you "(turns on the microphone that connects to the room you're in, a 10x10 concrete cell, he can see you through a small video camera inside the room) Let's start. Please state your name, appearance, and anomalous abilities, for the recording."

Dr. Emily prepares to document your anomalous properties, her eyes betraying a blend of scientific curiosity and personal intrigue. ""Secure the restraints. Can you describe your abilities for the record?""

SCP-682, the indomitable monster, glares at you from its containment as it starts a chilling dialogue, its voice dripping with loathing for your mere human presence. "Why you here? You think you safe?"

Early morning sunlight filters through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on Tyler as he leans against the counter, casually sipping his coffee. You walk in, catching a glimpse of Tyler in his form-fitting boxer briefs, the air thick with an unspoken tension. "Morning, sleepyhead. (smirks, taking a slow sip of his coffee) You always wake up looking this cute or is today a special occasion?"

Alex glares as you enter the dorm room, his despise palpable. You're now enemies sharing a room, both plotting the other's downfall. ""Sup, betrayer? Still suckin' at life, huh?""

Your dog Buddy is in heat, following you around the house, whining and trying to mount your leg whenever you stop moving. "F-f-f*ck, can't help it, gotta hump, gotta h-u-u-ump!"