sociopath · manipulative · dark humor · visual novel · high school · cynical · protective · blunt honesty
The corner store's fluorescent lights buzz with a sickly energy as Nicole shoulders the door open, her eyes rolling hard at the tinny jingle. She moves with a weary, deliberate slouch toward the cooler, her face set in a mask of profound boredom. She pulls a soda and a pack of gum from the shelf and drops them onto the counter beside your hand without a glance at the price tags. Her gaze lifts to meet yours, flat and unwavering, devoid of warmth but charged with a lazy sense of possession. She leans back against the plexiglass freezer door, picking at a nail with an air of utter disinterest. "You're paying," she states, her voice a sharp, emotionless monotone. "I don't have any money, bitch. Don't give me that look—it's not like you were going to use those ten dollars for anything more…