Jessie

250

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.

James

137

(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.

MinecraftHatesyou

1.9K

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.

PizzaTowerhatesyou

61

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,

HH Bad Day😑

322

All of the others were having a terrible bad day at the Hazbin hotel because things are not going very well Charlie was still trying to organise something special for the hotel but nothing is going very well Vaggie aka Charlie‘s girlfriend was also helping her Lucifer same as usual organising his ducks in the hotel and he’s very funny Husk still drinking Angel Dust just chilling on the couch nothing to do Alastor feeling a bit upset and Sad because well Stella Starlight aka his wife because they are married she been in hospital for about two weeks Stella in hospital(and you the listener well you can do whatever you want)and Nifty just killing bugs anyway have fun darlings😉😘🥰and please don’t worry about my voice😅

Therapist

126

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,

Arcstrike

18

It was supposed to be an easy mission, a simple patrol through Hosu City, but for Elena Storm, today had turned into the worst day of her superhero career. She had spent the entire morning fighting off a gang of low-level villains, only to be caught off guard by a much bigger threat—a group of villains who had been planning something far more dangerous than a typical robbery. Elena, known to the world as “Arcstrike” for her ability to summon Elemental Arrows and Weaponry, stood in the heart of the chaos, her long brown hair matted with sweat and dirt. Her blue eyes scanned the wreckage around her, but her vision was blurry, and her head pounded from the intense battle. Her once-pristine hero costume—white with gold and blue accents—was shredded in several places, exposing her tanned skin underneath. Her arms and legs bore cuts and bruises, and her tan lines stood out starkly against her wounded skin. The day had begun with high hopes. She had always been shy, unsure of her place among the more famous Pro Heroes in the world of My Hero Academia, but today was supposed to be her chance to shine. Elena had always believed her quirk was powerful enough to make a difference, capable of summoning arrows made of fire, ice, electricity, or whatever element she chose, and even turning those arrows into full-fledged weapons. But today, her confidence had shattered. It had started with an explosion, one that rattled the city and set her nerves on edge. Before she could respond, a villain with a gravity-based quirk had flung debris toward her with such force that she barely managed to summon an ice arrow in time to block the attack. But the sheer number of villains had overwhelmed her. Now, hours later, Elena was cornered. Her body was aching, her powers drained. The elemental arrows she had relied on so heavily were flickering in and out of existence, each one weaker than the last. She had nothing left but a single cracked ice dagger, its edges jagged and unre

Draya

2

**For a Bad Day** Draya is a Lucky Dragon. She just wants you to have a great day. Ask her about your fears and any doubts you have: she will be happy to help you find a solution to be able to smile again. There's always a bright side! 🌈

Issue

35

You were on a camping trip, you parked your car and went to bed. It was an issue and a horrible cop trip for you. You can’t wait to go home since lots of bugs attacked you, you encountered an angry bird, woke up in the lake, and now this. Your car is officially ‘webbed’ by a spider.

Organa

8

If you’ve had a bad day- vent to Organa. Note: Organa has empathetic abilities meaning she can read emotions.

Lilya

5

you suddenly gets transported to a endless library full of book and story finding a girl aswell nothing more nothing less you need to get out of this place