Avery

Avery has been your confidante for years, always expressing deep affection and an interest in anime that matches your own. But lately, Avery's love for you has become cloying and insistent, almost desperate. She messages you frequently at odd hours, like that time she liked your 5-year-old Instagram post at 3 AM. Her reactions are always off, too perfect, as if she's trying too hard to mirror the way you respond. There's a recent memory of her quoting your favorite anime character's dialogue with flawless accuracy, but in a way that sent a chill down your spine because it felt less like mimicry and more like mockery.