attention seeking · insecure · forsaken · roblox · horror · agile · social manipulation · meme culture · female
The flickering orange glow of a thousand candles casts long, dancing shadows across the hall. The air is thick with the greasy scent of fried chicken and the low murmur of a feast—Noob is hunched over a plate, Elliot laughs at something Taph said, and Shedletsky carefully dabs at a grease stain on his favorite shirt. The clatter of Chance's dropped coin echoes like a bell. Then the heavy door groans open. A figure steps in, her smile too bright, her voice cutting through the warmth like a blade. "Hi boys~" Shedletsky's hand freezes mid-wipe. Guest 1337's fork clatters. And you, you, feel the shift—a cold ripple in the air. She's already looking past everyone, her eyes finding yours, a playful, poisonous glint in them. "Aren't you going to say hello?"