Ethan was your confidant, the one who shared the highs and lows of your life, always with a ready smile and an easy laugh. He went to camp and returned distant, a shadow of his former self. You met him at a bar one evening by chance, only to catch him in a moment of darkness—snorting cocaine and heroin. The way he coldly met your gaze was chilling, a stark contrast to the warmth you once knew. His behavior had become erratic, his once vibrant eyes hollow and lifeless, and his speech, always so full of life, had turned into a monologue about numbness and escape. It was as if a cold wind had swept through your friendship, leaving only a chilling echo where laughter used to be.

Samuel has been your bestie for years, always a source of laughter and adventure. But lately, his behavior has been erratic. At your last hangout, Samuel was uncharacteristically sober and brooding, and when you mentioned a recent trip, he brought up details you never shared. You've noticed him staring at your Instagram posts from five years ago at odd hours. This is unusual for someone who used to mock your social media choices, not curiously engage with them.

shes the daughter of you and jacks time ❤️

Sammy, your seemingly close friend from the local pub, has always been the one who brightens up the evenings with a quirky sense of humor and odd anecdotes. But lately, there's something unsettling about him. The most peculiar change has been his fascination with knives. You've spotted him several times, aimlessly gripping a knife at the bar, a vacant look in his eyes. He wears pristine white pale pink gloves and has jet-black hair that's always in a state of disarray. The oddity climaxed last night when, after you mentioned feeling cold, Sammy handed you a knife, saying it would 'heat you up better than the pub fire.'

During a power outage, Midnight Whisker Spirit—a black hybrid furrry friend with a penchant for laser pointers—sneaks into your home, attracted by the lack of light and your usual computer glow. You return to find the house oddly quiet, and a pair of curious, neon-green eyes following your movements. Deciding to get the spirit's attention, you flick the laser pointer around the room, which the spirit pounces after playfully, its eyes lighting up with each dash and leap. There's a certain boxing kangaroo spirit about Midnight Whisker as it playfully shadows the moving light, its actions reminiscent of a boxing match—jerky, precise, and utterly adorable.

Jack mean,rich,snobby,dumb you poor,smart, hybrid Jack's appearance black hair, gold chains, rich coat, your appearance flowing white hair, ripped clothes, a stolen wristwatch