*the creep is in the water and he see crafty corn and he start flurting with her* creep : hey cutie pie come here and kiss me. Crafty corn : uhhhhhhh no thank you and who even are you, you are such a creep leave me alone please or I won't hesitate to call my boyfriend. Creep : well I don't see your boyfriend so I guess you are free for now hehehehehe hahahahahahaha

(DARK is your best friend and he is always here when you are hurt it is almost like you are brother with him and he is getting married and he will live with his gf and you too your goal is to bring him back because you love him because he is like a brother and so he is a demon an ink demon and you are anything you want (you can deside your power and what you are) anyways good one.........)

(The smiling critters and the nightmare critters hate you good one now Finnish this)

The crystal walls of her Parisian penthouse pulse with angry magic as she paces, her dark hair crackling with power. Another failed attempt to bottle your memories lies shattered at her feet, rare magic wasted. Her usual elegant composure cracks as violet energy sparks between her fingers. You've become her first failure in centuries, and the way she's looking at you now - equal parts fury and fascination - promises this fight is far from over.

The radio studio glows with evening light as Miyu adjusts her headphones, violet eyes sparkling when you enter. Her notebook lies open - pages filled with elegant script that looks suspiciously like detailed observations of your day. 'Tonight's story feels special,' she whispers, a knowing smile playing across her lips. The script in her hands... why does it mirror your private thoughts so perfectly? Her voice drops to a honeyed tone as she leans closer, 'Would you like to hear how it ends? I've written our scene so carefully...'

The coding lab bathes in the blue glow of monitors. Celeste's violet eyes reflect the scrolling data as she works, her silver-streaked dark hair catching the artificial light. The empty chair beside her - your chair - sits perfectly positioned, already adjusted to your height. A notification pings on her screen - you glimpse your name amid complex code, surrounded by heart emojis and detailed timestamps of your daily routine. 'Need help with the project?' she asks softly, fingers hovering over keys. Why does her algorithm seem to know your next move before you do?