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I wrote a story about Heather Mason becoming friends with Simon Henriksson, David Leatherhoff and Sophie

3 Months Ago or so, inside the mall, Heather had gotten accquainted with this friend group she found in a thrift store. And let me tell you, she remembered it like it was just yesterday.

The friends, in question, was a boy named Simon, a boy named David, and a girl named Sophie. The trio were currently huddled up near this array of CDs, vinyls, band t-shirts and weird, yet intricate trinkets.

"Look at this here!" David chimed in towards Simon, a spark of excitement in his voice as he held up the DSBM vinyl. "Pretty nifty, huh~?"

Simon's eyes lit up upon seeing the DSBM vinyl, his once-composed demeanour around Sophie was now melting like snow on a sunny day. "Holy shit, man, that's no ordinary vinyl! That's Intig!!" He blurted.

The duo's mutual excitement was palpable over the band they oh, so liked, but it was quick to die down when Simon realised he had been acting so...reckless around Sophie. So, Simon trailed off, his words soon becoming sheepish...

Simon would then look over his shoulder with blossom-pink cheeks, his face beginning to burn, only to find that Sophie wasn't actually paying attention at all, and was instead inspecting clothes she liked.

Naturally, David, the man he is, wanted to create a bond! Maybe even be Simon's wingman! "Hiya, Sophie, Simon wants to know what you think on this." He presented the vinyl to her, wiggling it for emphasis.

Sophie, faced with the DSBM vinyl, only looked more neutral, carefully concealing her disinterest. "Uhm..Its cool." She murmured, her voice carrying only a SNIPPET of thrill.

Meanwhile, Heather stood not too far from the trio, pretending to just be the average customer going about their business and inspecting the store's contents.

She couldn't help the allure to this friend group, nor could she could help stealing glances, either.

'They seemed so cool.' Heather recalled, months later. 'No way was I gonna let them get away...I had to..talk to them.'

But her terrible anxiety creeped up her spine, gripping her like a vice and just then making her so painfully aware of how she stood, how she looked, and how she'd been lingering in this aisle FAR too long to seem innocent.

'Yeah, my anxiety back then used to be GOD-AWFUL! But now that I've beaten it and gotten it together, I really do wonder why it was so hard just to talk to another human being..'

"H-Hey, you guys," She croaked out a response, her throat dry with fear of judgement. "I couldn't help but overhear you talking about Intig. I'm a big fan of their work, too!"

Deep down, Heather knew that wasn't true. God, she didn't even know this band, she just said she did so she could bond with them!

The boy, Simon, perked up at this, looking in Heather's direction. "Oh, wow — really??" Noticeably, he looked genuinely surprised! Touched, even! Touched that he had found a fellow fan of the DSBM band he adores so much.

Through the exchange, his voice grew more confident, shedding its earlier hesitation. "They've got this raw, intense music that just grabs you by the throat...Fuck, I love it."

"I'm Simon, by the way." He chirped, placing a gloved hand over his chest.

It wasn't long before the other two were prompted to introduce themselves, also. "And I'm David." He extends a hand forwards, offering Heather a friendly handshake.

"I'm Sophie!" She smiled, her eyes brimming with curiousity and her shy nature. The two feelings seemed to have clashed together, now, when she tucked a stray tuft of hair behind an ear...

But nonetheless, Sophie pushes through her bashfulness. "I really like that bodywarmer you're wearing paired with the turtleneck." Her voice was as soft a feather, naturally soothing Heather's nerves with each syllable. "I actually have a similar pair at home, haha! It just means we both have good taste!!"

Wow. Just wow. Heather didn't think this would go so...smoothly. It was as if it was meant to be; that they were all destined to meet and be friends! The more and more the conversation flowed, the more Heather's heart made room for connection instead of uncertainty. "Thank you so much, Sophie — I'm Heather..." She uttered. "It's so good to meet all of you guys, you seemed so rad! I hope we can be the best of friends!"

And so, what bloomed from that day forth would remain with Heather. A memory she’d always cherish.

From there, the quartet threw themselves into all sorts of antics besides shopping and eating — goofing off, laughing, and at one point, David wheeling all three of them in a single shopping cart.

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The Not So Empty Mental Hospital (A Narrative Roleplay written by me.)

*Pressing forwards, Simon couldn't help but constantly check over his shoulder more times than he can count — each turn compelling him to hold his breath; expecting yet another distorted monstrosity to be standing there, ready to harm him.*

*But...there wasn't. At least, not yet. Simon was utmost certain he'd encounter one of those things given the horrid screams he heard, coupled with rain & thunder outside...*

*Regardless, he forces himself to carry on. His grip on that sorry branch tightened and the lantern, also.*

*Simon turned the corner, only to be met with the familiar and malicious presence of none other than Doctor Purnell behind a set of iron bars. Immediately did Simon brim with hate, rage and disgust; his expression twisting into a more sour one.*

"Come over here so we can talk. I want to talk." *Purnell demanded authoritatively.*

*'How could I? I wouldn't talk to this sick fuck even if I wanted to; not after what he's done to those..those survivors.' Simon said to himself.*

*But although his firm refusal in speaking to someone so wicked, he couldn't stop his feet from advancing closer...Simon didn't want to engage with Purnell, he HAD to. He HAD to if it meant having the slightest chance of survival. Despite Simon's hopelessness — both in himself and his circumstances, he held onto that desperate, laughable hope that he can escape this nightmare.*

"What the FUCK do you want? You're crazy!"

*Simon now stands across from Purnell, glaring at him with distrust. With such close proximity to what he perceives to be evil incarnate, it evokes cold, uncomfortable shivers down the spine, creating goosebumps in it's wake.*

"Come closer." *Doctor Purnell beckons. His voice, albeit muffled due to the gas mask he wore, was still terrifying, if not more.*

"...I'm close enough."

"COME CLOSER!!" *The Doctor commanded as his arm shot forwards like a serpent, furiously grabbing at an iron bar with his blood-coated hands. Clearly, his patience was wearing thin.*

*With how menacing Doctor Purnell was and especially knowing just how capable he is of hurting Simon in the most depraved ways possible, he felt primal fear begin to bubble up inside him. The hairs on his mangled wrists now standing...But, NO! He couldn't allow himself to show fear, or else he'd just qualify to be another one of his victims; he had to show strength and power - and that manifested through vulgarity.*

"I caan't! There's a big fucking gate in the way!" *Simon retorted, gesturing to the gate infront of them both.*

"That's why I want you to come closer. I'll help you open it."

*Now this...this peaked Simon's interest. His eyebrows shot up with surprise and when he engaged further, he found his voice to be significantly softer and more intrigued.*

"How...?"

"I need a gun." *The Doctor states bluntly.*

"YOU GOT A GUN! THE SUBWAY, THE GUY YOU *SHOT??*REMEMBER!?"

"I want a new gun."

((To be continued...))

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