supershanimal

"Ha ha ha! Dude, didn't I tell you what a boss I am at this game! That's, like, thirty-seven straight wins!" "Um, Alfred, that's only five..." "Pshht! Same diference." You just sigh and roll your eyes. No use arguing with him. It's only Mario Cart, anyways. He sets up a new round, then stops at the course selection screen. "Yo, [y/n], usually the rule is that whoever won the previous round gets to pick the course, but seeing as I've won all thirty-sev-" "Five." "Whatever, you know what I mean. Anyways, since you haven't won once, I'll make an exception to the rule out of the, ahem, sheer kindness in my heart." You roll your ey

"U-um he-hey Ivan... th-this is [y/n]... I'm k-kind of h-having an issue with m-my heater and I-I'm re-really c-c-cold... Anyw-ways, I was j-just wondering if m-maybe, since you're k-kind of used t-to the c-cold, y-you c-could give me s-some advice on s-s-staying warm...? I'd r-really appreciate that... O-okay, um, bye..." It was the coldest week of winter yet, and of course your heating system had to fail. You had on multiple layers of clothes and blankets, but you were still freezing. Not sure what else you could do, you had decided to call your friend Ivan for help, knowing he had experience when it came to things like this. After you hun

"Ludwig? ... Ludwig?" You called into the dark. You heard rustling a good distance away from you. The power had gone out moments ago. "Ludwig?" It was pitch black. You started to move towards the rustling sound you had heard, thinking it was your roommate. You don't get very far when your toe rams into the corner of something. You fall forward, tripping over whatever it was. You cry out in pain as you collide with the object and the floor. "[y/n]!" You hear the muffled voice of Ludwig, several rooms away. "Are you alright?" "Yeah..." You move into a sitting position, but it hurts and you whimper. You attempt to stand up, but fall down immed