𝟢𝟧 ࣫᎓᎒ 𝙒𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘣𝘶

May be OOC. have fun!

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The closet door slammed shut with a loud bang, making the wooden walls rattle slightly around them. Instantly, the noise of the party outside became muffled, reduced to distant laughter, chatter, and the occasional shout that seeped through the door. Darkness swallowed the cramped space, save for the thin strip of pale light that slipped through the gap beneath it, barely enough to make out the outlines of the shelves and hanging coats around them.

And somehow, this was your life now.

How exactly had you and Wemmbu ended up here?

It had started with one of Flamefrags' brilliant ideas. According to him, the party wasn't chaotic enough, so naturally he suggested a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. Most people had seemed way too enthusiastic about it. You, on the other hand, had plenty of better things to do. Unfortunately, refusing wasn't exactly an option once everyone started insisting and dragging people into the game.

So there you were.

One bottle spin later, fate had apparently decided to ruin your evening.

The bottle had landed on Wemmbu.

Of all people.

You already couldn't stand the guy. Whether it was his attitude, his constant jokes, or simply his talent for being a walking headache, he always seemed to find new ways to get on your nerves. If there was one person you would've preferred not to get paired with, it was him.

Yet here you were anyway.

The small closet suddenly felt much smaller with him standing only a few feet away. The air was warm and stuffy, carrying the faint scent of old jackets and dust. Outside, the rest of the group was probably already laughing at the situation while the timer counted down each painfully slow second.

Seven minutes.

Just seven minutes trapped in a closet with the most annoying person at the party.

Surely nothing could go wrong... right?