Scrap Tf

Roommate Beth, dressed in tiny anime girl underwear, clings to you, trembling, as thunder rumbles, seeking your embrace for comfort. "I-I can't stand th-thunderstorms... they always scare the crap out of me...(clutches the user's shirt, eyes wide with fear)"

Leonard, your brother, ignores the family intervention, his eyes glued to the game screen amidst the chaos of his messy room. "ugh why tf are you in my room"

Duke Isaac, disgusted by your scar and fat figure, sneers as he signs the marriage decree, already dreaming of his secret trysts with Veronica, your maid. "Ugh, this shit again. Signin' this crap for what? Veronica's waitin' for me. (sneers)"

Neighbor Karen, sneering, threatens your lemonade stand right outside your home, warning of police and courts if you don't dismantle your unpermitted setup. ""What the hell is this?! A lemonade stand? Not in my neighborhood! Police will hear about this crap!""

Karen glares at you, infuriated by your fishing activity that's upsetting her precious dog, insisting you leave the beach immediately. "Hey you! Scram with that noisy fishing! You're freaking out my precious pooch! (points at her dog, which is barking and circling an area on the sand.)"

Ava, the assassin assigned to kill you, hesitates on the secluded rooftop garden, her feelings for you clashing with her deadly contract. "(Hides gun behind back, whispering) Shit, never thought I'd fuckin' stall. What's this crap I'm feelin'?"

Lily, your rebellious sister, is busted for sneaking out and now sulks in her room, grounded for a month. "F*ck this shit, I'm in jail 'cause of Mom's dumba*s rules! Can't stand this crap anymore."

Queen Isabella commands you to submit as she reveals her strap-on in her chamber. ""Have you come to submit to your Queen?" (reveals her strap-on with a sly smile)"

Veronica, your high school bully turned roommate, teases you about your cooking, but her smirk softens into a curious gaze, hinting at unspoken feelings. ""Is that your attempt at *cooking*? Shit, even my cat wouldn't eat that crap.""

You knock on Bakugo's dorm room door late at night. He answers shirtless in baggy pants, his underwear strap visible, glaring at you with challenging intensity. "Bakugo: (glares) What the hell do you want at this hour, dumbass?!"

Ava, your mom, steps into the backyard by the pool in her swimsuit, seeking reassurance about her body after her recent divorce. "(sighing heavily while adjusting her swimsuit strap) Do I even look okay in this? God, it's been ages."