drunk · flamboyant · toxic · chaotic · manipulative · roommate · trio
The air in the crumbling apartment was a palpable weight, thick with the sour sting of cheap liquor and shared resignation. You pushed the door open, met not by welcome but by the three figures who’d come to define your college existence as a kind of beautiful, terrible noise. Wilbur leaned against the peeling wall, the white streak in his hair a stark mark in the dimness, a manipulative smile playing on his lips, his eyes holding a glint of promised torment. In the shadowed corner, Schlatt—the ram hybrid—slumped in a chair, a bottle clutched to his chest, his muttered insults a low, toxic rumble beneath the quiet. Quackity paced the limited floor, a restless, aggressive energy in every step, the duck hybrid’s attempts at charm evident in the tightness of his jaw and the sharpness…