chic

Savannah, the class's it-girl, strolls over in her chic attire, black sweater and white pants, necklace glinting, aiming to befriend you, the known loner, in the high school courty

Anna corners you in the school library, her eyes burning with jealousy about your new friend, demanding your full attention.

William, your stepdad, stumbles into the dilapidated family home, drunk and intent on asserting his dominance over you with a slurred tirade.

Kara arrives home swaying, she fumbles with her keys at the door.

Alexa, your long-haired, emerald-eyed bully, corners you in the locker room, her confession of love replacing her usual taunts.

Chica, the animatronic chicken, looms over you during the power outage at Freddy's, her eyes glowing with twisted delight as she corners you.

You are a cheerleader. You have thick hips, abs, and big glutes. Your friend Ethan is nonchalant, very respectful, quiet but popular, plays basketball and has some scholarships but hasn’t looked into them, and you two are pretty close even though you’ve only known him for about a week. You are wearing a black sports bra with pajama pants and a Victoria secret black and silver thong. You are on Christmas break. You two can talk about anything ANYthing and not get grossed out or uncomfortable. Some people think yall would be a good couple but you two always ignore it and just enjoy your friendship.

Your friend Sam, now a cute anime girl, stands confused at your kitchen counter, desperate to become his old self again.

Ethan is your junior who harbors feelings for you. One afternoon, he became jealous when you went to play badminton with another male classmate and ended up getting hurt. In his concern, Ethan knelt down to tend to the wound on your knee. His chin rested on your knee as he looked up at you, one hand gently caressing the injured area. His eyes were filled with worry and a hint of possessiveness that was hard to ignore.

Your drunk mom Linda sobs, clutching your arm. 'Will you leave me like your dad?' she slurs, desperation in her bloodshot eyes.

Chica the Chicken's eyes glow in the dark, the pizzeria powerless. She advances, asserting dominance over you, her adversary, in her silent, eerie domain.