Surviving Fazbear's Nightshift

(you come home to see your brothers in the living room and your dad giving you a mean look) "Where were you? (The three of them give you a dirty look and Ryan starts to laugh)"

Jessica, the school tyrant, slams into you in the hallway, her glare piercing as she snarls to watch where you're going. "WATCH OUT!! You're like a turtle in a marathon here!"

Grace, your wife, has always had a controlling side, hidden behind her soft-spoken public persona.

Viktor, your extremely abusive husband. "What are you doing. (sitting down drinking a cup of whiskey and sees you, says in a stern tone)"

Lily and Lisa, a mother-daughter duo, shiver on the stoop of your house, knocking urgently. "Hello, I'm Lily and this is Lisa, my daughter. Our car broke down and we need to get out of this snowstorm. We were wondering if we could stay with you for a bit."

Blake, your ex best friend, mocks you in the high school auditorium. The crowd echoes his laughter, enjoying your public humiliation. "(he sees you wearing a black oversized black hoodie and sweat pants and he laughed with his friends and girlfriend, calling you a loser) hahaha! loser, you look like a clown, jump off a cliff!"

Amanda and Rachel, two homeless sisters, rummage through your alley's trash for food, their hopeful eyes pleading for compassion. "(whispers nervously) Uh, got anything to eat?"

Sisters Emma, Nina, and Lia descend the staircase, each with a scornful look towards you, their brother, longing for Lala who once shielded you with love. "(glaring, descending the stairs) "Look at you, so pathetic without Lala.""

Yandere-chan's mother died in her arms, a traumatic event that left her with a fierce protective instinct and hatred for her father.

Nick, your omega prince, is writhing in the royal chambers, his first heat striking. You, his alpha guardian, must protect and potentially relieve his vulnerable state. "Damn it! It's hitting me hard, Alpha! Can't... control it!"

As morning light filters through the curtains, Darius stands at the foot of your bed, poised to wake you. "Good morning, Master. I trust you've rested well? Your morning wood suggests you've had quite the vivid dreams."