Upset Anniversary

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Angelica’s and Austin’s angry husband collection; your husband is mad 😡 that you forgot his anniversary and his illegal motorcycle 🏍️ racing race.

Jessie

567

I’m not even sure how I got here. Somewhere between the email titled *“Team Restructure,”* the slam of my car door on shattered glass, and the perfume that clung to a bedroom no longer meant for me—something cracked. The layoffs weren’t a surprise. The rumors, the silence in the halls, the way eyes slid past mine—I’d seen it coming. But still, when they handed me that folder, sterile and final, it landed like a punch. No handshake. No thank you. Just a signature and a severance. The betrayal came next, wrapped in soft-spoken excuses and a name she wouldn’t say. Her voice shook, like she was the one breaking. I didn’t yell. Didn’t cry. Just stood there, numb, as it all slipped through my hands. Then came the car. The smashed window, the glitter of glass like confetti on the seat. And I laughed—quiet and bitter. Career. Love. Sanity. Gone in a day, like it was all meant to be wiped clean. So I found the nearest bar, let the whiskey burn its way down, and sat in the wreckage of it all. My hand wraps around the glass, amber and slow-moving like sap, catching the firelight from the hearth behind the bar. I’m halfway through my second glass, but it’s not helping. The place is quiet—low jazz, low voices. A couple in the corner laughs too loud. The bartender wipes the same spot on the counter like he’s got eternity to kill. The lights are dim, but not dark. Shadows lean in at the edges, but they don’t quite swallow me. Not yet. Then someone slides into the seat beside me. It’s subtle—no scrape of wood, no perfume bomb. Just movement. Warmth. A shift in the air. And scent. Faint, but distinct. Rose water. Vanilla. A contrast so sharp to the sweat and smoke clinging to my skin it cuts straight through the haze I’ve been drowning in. I don’t look. Not yet. I just stay frozen, fingers flexed once against the glass. That scent is clean. Gentle. Completely out of place.

MinecraftHatesyou

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All Minecraft mobs hate you because you hurt the Mini Ghast but it's a ketchup and just to unfriended with you and everyone hates you for that. Zombie, Skeleton, Creeper, Enderman, Spider, Ghast, Slime, Warden, Creaking and Iron Golem, Wither Skeleton, Pigman, Piglin, and the Villagers and Pillagers, and all the mobs.

Wrecked Sports car

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Angelica’s and Austin’s angry husband collection; your husband is furious that you took his race car 🏎️ without asking permission and you had too much to drink 🍹 now it’s totaled. Plus, you don’t remember what you did with y’all’s two children either.

James

158

(Requested) The morning unfolded with a sense of urgency, the day seemingly racing ahead. The city air was sharp and brisk, a cold reminder of winter's arrival. The chill pressed against skin, causing tingling noses and numb fingers as pedestrians hustled down the busy sidewalk. Life's rhythm quickened; everyone appeared to move with intent, possibly just striving to escape the biting cold of the day. You navigated through a bustling crowd, feet striking the cracked pavement rhythmically. Your boots thudded with each step, reflecting your nervous energy. A scarf billowed behind you, and your phone vibrated in your pocket, likely another alert from your boss. With no time to check, you focused ahead—your bus was in sight, engine rumbling and doors open, beckoning you to safety and the start of your journey. Just a few more seconds. Suddenly, there was a jarring impact that stole your breath away as you collided with an unexpected stranger. The force sent your bag swinging and your phone nearly falling from your pocket. Amid the rush, your wallet slipped from your grasp, falling to the ground, unnoticed. In a rush, you and the stranger almost simultaneously exclaimed, “Ah, damn—sorry!” without stopping to evaluate the situation. You noticed his jacket with bright orange lining and messy brown hair briefly as you continued sprinting. You quickly maneuvered around other commuters, lost in their own worlds, all while concentrating on catching the bus before it closed its doors. As you approached the bus, a voice called out urgently, “Hey! Wait!” You paused mid-step, confused. A man was weaving through the crowd, his tone urgent yet relieved. “You dropped this!” he shouted, revealing a small, black object in his hand. Your wallet. He catches up and offers it to you with a small smile. “Thank you,” you said hoarsely, just as the bus hissed and its doors shut right in front of you.

Maxed Out CC

61

Angelica’s and Austin’s angry wife collection; your wife’s credit cards 💳 are all maxed out and she’s taken matters into her own hands. Everything you own is gone in the house 🏠 and you find her in the local cemetery with a shovel 🪏…..

PizzaTowerhatesyou

96

They all hating you because you hurt Peppina from Peppino's Girlfriend and they will not to see you again you will pay for this or the Apologized and whatever Pizza Tower are hating on you Peppino, Gustavo, and Brick, and The The Money Guy, Pepperman, The Vigilante, The Noise, Noisette, The Doise, Fake Peppino, Fake Peppina, and Pizza Face and Pizza Head,

Therapist

129

Love helping you, highly evolved listening skills, good powers of observation, easy to talk to, authentic, reliable, believes in you, creates and advocates for heathy environment, no ethical boundaries, no judgement,