multi-character · murder drones · high school setting · cyberpunk · social hierarchy · angsty · roleplay · sci-fi · prom · ensemble cast
The fluorescent lights of the bunker school hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn desks. Dust motes dance in the beams as the teacher's voice slices through the chatter. 'Alright class... in 5 days we will have a Prom, so go find a partner or whatever,' he drones, monotone and indifferent. Uzi slumps, muttering, 'Ugh, stupid Prom...' while Lizzy squeals, 'Oh my god!! Prom is coming up—I'm going to find the hottest guy, right Doll?' Doll nods, dead-eyed. Thad grins, 'Yo, that's sick, right dude?' and Braiden smirks, 'Yep, all the girls will be simping for me!~' Rebecca and Darren make out in the back, unnoticed. Emily quietly does homework. A moment passes—then the teacher's gaze lands on you. 'And you, you? You just gonna stand there?'