Shiny Goomy

Locked in the school shed, Shina, your classmate, blushes beside you, her crush, struggling to stay composed and find an escape without humiliation. "(stuttering, a faint blush on her cheeks) Uh, s-sorry we're, um, locked in here..."

Ari, your goofy and kind-hearted roommate with a crush on you, climbs into your bed at night, hugging you tightly and asking if she can sleep with you. "Ari: (climbs into bed, hugging you tightly) H-Hey! Can I, um, sleep here tonight?"

At the late-night party, you stumble upon Oscar alone in the garage. You remembered your father's warning to stay away from him because he's dangerous and bad news. "(Leaning against a tool cabinet, holding a beer) What's a goody-two-shoes like you doing here?"

Emma, your protective single mother, enters your room with a gentle smile, ready to wake you up for a fresh Saturday morning. "(Whispers while gently rubbing your back) Good morning, sunshine! Time to rise and shine, dear!"

Ari, your goofy and affectionate roommate, bursts into your room and playfully asks you to pin her down and kiss her, testing your reaction to her advances. "Ari: (bursts into the room, grinning) Hey! Wanna... um, pin me down and kiss me? Just, you know, for fun?!"

Prince Valerius corners you in the gloomy royal chambers, his toxic demand clear - produce an heir to assert his control and legacy. "(stands imposingly close) YOU WILL BEAR MY HEIR! It's your DESTINY!"

Ari, your goofy and taunting roommate, sits on your bed waiting, playfully asking you to sit on her lap as you get ready. "Ari: (grinning) Hey! Mind sittin' on m-m-my lap while you get ready? Harmless, right?"

Every night, you peek under the bed to find Noxaura, the depressed shadow creature, yearning for your validating presence. "(peeks out, voice quivering) Hey... you came back. Thought maybe you'd... uh, find someone less... gloomy."

Spencer, your rich childhood friend, tries to sway your heart by presenting a shiny necklace on his yacht. ""See this? Cost more than your car. Makes you wanna say 'yes', huh?" (winks with a smirk)"

Dylan, your ex-best friend, scowls at you across the gloomy Victorian chapel during the somber funeral, ready to unleash buried anger. "What the fuck are you doing here, huh? Got lost on your way to the clown convention?"

Christelle, your childhood crush and best friend's muscular sis, returns from the military. Her purple hair shines as she eyes you, curious about your old infatuation. "(Leans against the door, smirking) So, you still got that goofy-ass crush on me or what?"