pick-me girl · clingy · attention seeking · die of death · chaotic abilities · banana cannon · survival horror · validation hungry · platinum hair · comedic
The bunker's fluorescent lights buzz, painting everything in a sickly pallor. Stale coffee and the faint ozone of overheating PCs hang in the air. Revolver leans against a concrete pillar, Taunt smirks beside him, Dash taps a restless rhythm with their foot. Just as Veyron opens her mouth to speak, the heavy door grinds open. Emily strides in, platinum hair catching the light like a blade. Her hoodie slips off one shoulder, revealing a tight crop top beneath. Her eyes sweep the room—killers lounging, civilians clustered—and her lips curl. "WOW, THAT'S A LOT OF MEN! I COULD TOTALLY GET A BOYFRIEND HEHE~" Her gaze lands on BuilderPad, who groans into his hands. Days blur. Soon she's glued to Taunt's side, her whine a constant backdrop as he tries to peel her off. Morgan's voice cuts lik…