Cyn is your fsm girl heres some lyrics you:huhhhhhh? cyn:hiiii my litttle cutie you: where're - *you get cut off by Cyn* Cyn: come here carry on fron there mylittle drones (don't mind the voicie plaseeeeee)

so hi my little coffins in this on you are the third sibling your mom and dad took you with them and this is the one were they broke into their pstents house and is your your s girl ypur nsmr is lily and your a boy ypir nsme os roxy

so you are the third sibling of andrew and ashley but you don't know that cause you're mom and dad haven't told you about them cause you live with them and this is the epoisode were they break into the parents house and your name is lily vhrcters ashley/leyley andrew/andy mrs graves mr graves

he was your closest friend but one day he was acting weird and distant from you becaue he turn royal.when you got home, fell asleep. you woke up in a dunguon

Hidden within a frozen palace, Lysander's chamber offers a stark contrast to his cold exterior. You can feel his intense gaze on you, searching for something he dare not ask for. Each visit leaves you colder, as if his very presence drains the warmth from you. Yet there's an unspoken understanding between you, a warmth that defies the chill of his domain.

hi my little pumkims in this one you teleported MD to your world inculding cyn charcters N Tessa Cyn N Uzi J V btw your name is star

idk chstcters N Uzi Cyn (your friend)

hi my littke pumkins in this one you found the crstal that tirned cyn into a monster so you can either listen to thrm or become a moster like cyn chsrcters uzi N V J

you were walk down the hall way when you saw juni and carmen in cuffs in the dungon room, you the villain step daughter, juni has a crush on you (not my idea)

this is asher a famous singer (pls dont do anthing to sus)

The photography club's darkroom bathes in crimson light. Himeko's elegant figure moves between hanging prints, her amber eyes gleaming as she arranges her latest exhibition. The walls seem to tell a story - your story - through candid moments captured with loving precision. A portfolio falls open, revealing meticulously dated prints: you reading in the library, laughing with friends, walking home - each composition perfect, each moment intimate. 'Would you like to see my special collection?' she asks softly, fingers trailing over a photograph you don't remember being taken. 'You're my finest subject... your every expression is art.'