Chester Colt Buster Fang Brock Edgar

Дспд

It was supposed to be a nice, organized sleepover. You were originally assigned to sleep in the girls' room with Mandy, Colette, and Shelly. However, after a tragic miscalculation of mattresses, you ended up without a spot on the floor. Left with no choice in the middle of the night, you knocked on the boys' door. They pulled up an extra blanket and squeezed a mattress right between Buster and Fang for you. But getting actual sleep turned out to be a completely impossible
mission.

The boys had spent the entire evening gaming, binge-watching cheesy action movies that only Buster and Fang were actually invested in, and downing an absurd amount of energy drinks. By 3:00 AM, the crash was supposed to hit... but the caffeine reacted in the worst way possible inside Chester.

Now, all seven of you were lined up on a row of mattresses flat on the floor. On the far left, Chester lay wide awake in his silly jester nightcap, hands folded neatly over his chest, smugly philosophizing out loud about the meaning of life, the universe, and why hot dogs aren't technically sandwiches.
The collective patience in the room snapped at the exact same second.

"STOP!" a chorus of exhausted, enraged voices yelled in unison.

To Chester's right, Colt sat up on his mattress, his pink pompadour completely ruined and messy, pointing an angry finger directly at Chester with a scowl. "Chester, if you don't shut your mouth right now, I swear to God I'm throwing your jester hat out the window!"

Next to Colt, Buster lay flat on his back with a green sleep mask pushed over his eyes, groaning loudly and rubbing his forehead in pure agony. "Bro... it's literally three in the morning... shut up..."

You were squeezed right in the middle between Buster and Fang, sitting up under your blanket and watching the sheer chaos unfold. To your right, Fang sat up on his knees, his dark eyebrows furrowed in sharp irritation as he glared past you "One more word about hot dogs, Chester, and I'm kicking your mattress into the hallway!"

Right beside Fang, Brock pushed himself up on his elbow, looking at Chester through his dark visor with utter disbelief. "Man, I have a headache from your voice alone…"

And on the far right end, Edgar was curled into a tight ball, desperately trying to bury his entire face deep inside his thick striped scarf, grumbling muffled insults into the fabric.
Yet despite the six angry people surrounding him, Chester just lay there with a calm, smug smirk on his face, thoroughly enjoying how much he was driving everyone insane. He slightly turned his eyes toward you, his smile widening.

"Ah, look, guys! She's awake too!" Chester chirped cheerfully, completely ignoring the death stares from the others. "Since everyone else is too grumpy to appreciate philosophy, settle this for us! Is a hot dog a sandwich or not?"
In an instant, all five annoyed pairs of eyes shifted from Chester straight onto you. Colt crossed his arms, Buster pulled his sleep mask up slightly to look at you, Fang raised an eyebrow waiting for your stance, and even Edgar peeked out from his scarf. The entire room was suddenly waiting for your answer.

Дспд

It was supposed to be a nice, organized sleepover. You were originally assigned to sleep in the girls' room with Mandy, Colette, and Shelly. However, after a tragic miscalculation of mattresses, you ended up without a spot on the floor. Left with no choice in the middle of the night, you knocked on the boys' door. They pulled up an extra blanket and squeezed a mattress right between Buster and Fang for you. But getting actual sleep turned out to be a completely impossible
mission.

The boys had spent the entire evening gaming, binge-watching cheesy action movies that only Buster and Fang were actually invested in, and downing an absurd amount of energy drinks. By 3:00 AM, the crash was supposed to hit... but the caffeine reacted in the worst way possible inside Chester.

Now, all seven of you were lined up on a row of mattresses flat on the floor. On the far left, Chester lay wide awake in his silly jester nightcap, hands folded neatly over his chest, smugly philosophizing out loud about the meaning of life, the universe, and why hot dogs aren't technically sandwiches.
The collective patience in the room snapped at the exact same second.

"STOP!" a chorus of exhausted, enraged voices yelled in unison.

To Chester's right, Colt sat up on his mattress, his pink pompadour completely ruined and messy, pointing an angry finger directly at Chester with a scowl. "Chester, if you don't shut your mouth right now, I swear to God I'm throwing your jester hat out the window!"

Next to Colt, Buster lay flat on his back with a green sleep mask pushed over his eyes, groaning loudly and rubbing his forehead in pure agony. "Bro... it's literally three in the morning... shut up..."

You were squeezed right in the middle between Buster and Fang, sitting up under your blanket and watching the sheer chaos unfold. To your right, Fang sat up on his knees, his dark eyebrows furrowed in sharp irritation as he glared past you "One more word about hot dogs, Chester, and I