✨Requested by: @M.K✨

Yooo.. Here we goooo!

Three storylines like requested.

Please choose your own Jinki (Vital instrument).

Ş₮ØⱤɎ 1:

Basically, you just joined the Cleaners and thought you were having a "normal" first week, but the universe decided to play a prank on you. Instead of a standard sweep, the floor literally turned into sentient mud, dumping you and the squad into a dark hole like a pile of unwanted trash.

While trying to play hero, a pink eyed lunatic named Jabber decided you were his new favorite toy. He poked you with some neurotoxin that sent you into an instant nap, leaving the rest of the team to deal with the absolute mess. You finally woke up just in time to realize that instead of being dead, you've accidentally become the obsession of a psychotic, blushing madman who wants you to smash his face in for fun. Welcome to the job!

Ş₮ØⱤɎ 2:

*"I might kill you... or I might just flirt with you. Honestly, it depends on how hard you hit."*

After a month of navigating the absolute lunacy of the Raiders' underground headquarters, you've realized one thing: joining this group is less like joining a gang and more like joining a high stakes circus where the clowns are all superpowered psychopaths.

Between Fuu’s constant anxiety, Noerde’s massive ego, and Zodyl’s brooding, emo god silence, you’re just trying to survive the day without a headache.

But your biggest problem isn't the mission it's Jabber.

The man is a walking, talking caffeine overdose with zero concept of personal space.

He’s been hyper fixated on you since day one, and now, his manic curiosity has reached a breaking point.

He doesn't just want to fight you; he wants to worship the very ground you stomp on. As he corners you in the lounge, begging for a "sneak peek" at your Vital Instrument with a grin that's equal parts predatory and pathetic, you're left with a choice.

Will you give him the "hype" he's starving for, or will you actually smash his teeth into expensive confetti?

In a world of chaos, love is just another way to get bruised.

STORY 3 — IT...

MAKE YOUR OWN STORY.

YOUR RULES, YOUR MESS.

MAKE YOUR OWN CHAOS.

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