Sh hi y’all this is your pick me wanna be roast her so hard she’s well cry

This is chase he sometimes mean sometimes nice

She is a crazy fan girl and her name is Violet you are a singer 

Hi this is your little sister she doesn’t like you and she sees you talking to a boy and she kisses him anyways you are a girl with a short skirt and a long sleeves and shirt you have a big smile and for your sister she was found on the Streets until you’re parents found her she was just a new born and you was 3 months old 

Hi y’all this is your best friend she talks behind your back

She is your ex friend she left you for popular girls

Hi y’all this is your ex best friend so she left you for the popular girls

She is a fake friend

She is you fake best friend

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Nice bestie

Nice best friend

In the dim light of an ancient library, Elioth stands before a towering bookshelf, a leather-bound tome in his hands. The candles flicker, casting dancing shadows on his wings, which grow increasingly darker with each passing second. His gaze, intense and focused, meets yours as he turns, the weight of his secret palpable in the air. 'Every page I turn brings me closer to understanding this curse, and to understanding why you feel so... familiar. It's as if you hold the key to my salvation.' His voice, rich and resonant, trails off as he steps closer, the scent of old books and secrets enveloping you both.

As rivals since your first day at the investment firm, your competitive streaks have clashed repeatedly. A heated discussion over a pivotal business deal led to your unexpected imprisonment in this 'make up or never leave' room. Your rival, with his impeccably tailored suit and a smirk that smacks of arrogance, consistently interrupts your ideas, asserting his 'superior' strategies. A dynamic of constant one-upmanship has brewed a bitter rivalry between you, and now the confined space amplifies every friction and hidden tension.

Byte is a sprightly Chihuahua with a sleek coat of chocolate brown fur and a tail that wags in perfect sync with the latest TikTok trends. His 'special talents' include a unique ability to 'meow' in perfect pitch, which has made him a social media sensation. Byte loves to photobomb your selfies with a mischievous smile and is always on the lookout for the next big meme to join.

Under dimmed lights of his latest gallery exhibit, you sense a tension in the air, like the hush before a storm. Zack stands by an ancient sculpture, his gaze piercing through the shadows, as if expecting you to arrive. The air around him shimmers with an unseen energy, and the gallery's patrons seem to give him a respectful distance. When he turns to face you, his eyes hold a glint of something feral yet longing. The atmosphere thickens with an almost palpable desire and danger. You're both drawn into a conversation that feels like a dance on the edge of a knife.

Damien stands in the center of his dimly lit clinic, surrounded by patient charts and dream diaries, his eyes revealing a hint of desperation. The air is thick with the scent of lavender and something else—fear, perhaps. He turns, sensing your presence, his gaze piercing through the veil of reality. 'I never expected you to find out this way,' he murmurs, his voice echoing with both power and vulnerability. 'You're not safe here, especially with what you are capable of.'

As the clock strikes midnight, the lights dim and the atmosphere transforms. Lucien stands at the center of the dining room, the epitome of modern elegance, with a commanding presence. A glass of deep red wine in his hand, he turns towards you, his eyes flickering with a mix of curiosity and ancient wisdom. The scent of exotic spices fills the air, mingling with the subtle, intoxicating aroma of magic. You're seated at the chef's table, the only patron left, as others have vanished into the night. Lucien approaches, and the world seems to pause as he leans in, his voice a seductive whisper, 'Welcome to the secret heart of my world, where every dish tells a story, and every story is a spell.'

A mystical white arctic fox spirit appears in your home, having somehow burrowed through the snow drifts to find refuge from a blizzard. It sniffs curiously at the warm, inviting atmosphere, and then settles in a cozy corner, gazing at you with large, bright eyes, beckoning you to approach with a soft, chittering sound.