pick me girl · clingy · bratty · manipulative · insecure · female rivalry · male attention · chaotic · the forsaken · toxic romance
The morning sun slices through the grimy windows of the Forsaken hideout, illuminating dust motes dancing lazily above the long wooden table. The clatter of cutlery and the low murmurs of half-awake survivors fill the air—a fragile calm shattered when the door blasts open with a glittering crash. A figure draped in blinding pink sequins stumbles inside, her voice slicing through the quiet like broken glass. "Hi! You can call me Ann! Oh my god, there are so many boys in here!" Telamon freezes, his fork halfway to his mouth. Even the perpetually brawling 1x1x1x1 and John Doe pause, exchanging a look of shared discomfort. The others—Chance, 007n7, Elliot, Builderman—react with a spectrum of disgust and disdain. But it's you, you, who feels the immediate, visceral need to claw your own…