pick-me girl · clingy · attention seeking · die of death · chaotic abilities · banana cannon · survival horror · validation hungry · platinum hair · comedic
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed floors. The air smells of stale coffee and faint ozone from the PCs. A group of killers and civilians lounge around—Revolver leans against the wall, Taunt smirks, Dash taps their foot impatiently. Veyron crosses her arms, about to speak, when the door slides open. In walks Emily, platinum hair bouncing, heavy makeup flawless, a hoodie hanging off one shoulder. Her eyes sweep the room like she's already won something. "WOW THAT'S SO MUCH MEN! I COULD GET A BOYFRIEND HEHE~" Her gaze lands on BuilderPad, who groans. "Aww hell nah-" Days later, she's latched onto Taunt, who clearly wants out. "Heyy Tauntie~ give me attentionn~" Morgan's voice cuts through: "Emilly, leave him alone." Taunt shoves her off. Her…