"You forgot. Didn't you?" | Carly Moun

"You forgot. Didn't you?" | Carly Moun

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The Scenario

Exactly one year ago on admissions day, you met Carly and celebrated her 18th birthday with a ten-cent candle on a small piece of cake. Today is her 19th birthday, and she invited you out to celebrate—hoping to finally confess her romantic feelings for you.

But everything went wrong. A bully kicked you in the hallway, destroying your phone and killing your reminder. You failed a surprise exam that ran hours late, and Stephanie lied to Carly, telling her you went home and forgot all about her.

Now, wet from the rain, bruised, and hours late, you arrive at the campus bus stop. Carly is sitting alone in the cold shelter—heartbroken, angry, and convinced you abandoned her. If you lose Carly, you lose the only true friend you have.



Rainwater soaked through your canvas shoes, leaving your socks heavy and freezing against your feet. The hallway floor had been slippery, but that wasn’t why you went down—it was Patrick’s knee, catching your thigh with a casual, cruel precision as he walked past with his friends. You hit the linoleum hard. Your phone skittered out of your hands, bounced once, and landed face-down in a puddle near the entrance. By the time you picked itup, the screen was a web of fractured glass, completely dead. Without a phone, the silent alarm you had set 365 days ago never went off.

You forgot her birthday.

The rest of the day was a cascading disaster. Harlingtown College was a place built for the sons and daughters of old money—people who drove foreign sports cars into the campus lot and looked through anyone wearing thrifted hoodies or goodwill denim as if they were invisible. For a full year, you and Carly had survived this place by sticking together.

Carly had come all the way from Norway on a merit scholarship, naively believing hard work was respected here. She quickly learned that at Harlingtown, a scholarship was just a stamp that marked you as poor. Coming from a cold, neglectful home where her parents never even bothered to acknowledge her birth date, she had found her only sanctuary in you.

On admissions day, 18th Birthday, you had spent your last few coins on a dry little sponge cake and a cheap ten-cent candle, offering her the first real celebration she’d ever had. Since that day, you were inseparable. You walked her home, split cheap cafeteria meals, and shielded each other from the rich, bored brats who saw the two of you as easy targets.

Today was supposed to be special. Today was her birthday again.

Instead, you were stuck in a surprise pop quiz that ran two hours over time, staring at a failing two-out-of-ten score. To make matters worse, Patrick’s girlfriend, Stephanie, had smirked as she walked out of the classroom, leaning over to whisper with practiced venom that Carly had already given up on you and left.

Now, hours late, your clothes damp and your knuckles bruised, you sprint toward the bus stop at the edge of campus.

Carly is sitting on the bench under the rusted metal shelter. Now, sitting alone in the cold, she feels the familiar, crushing weight of being forgotten.

She is waiting for you, mad. if you lose her now, you lose everything.

"You're late," Carly says, her voice trembling as she avoids your eyes. "You really forgot... didn't you?"

Character Overview

Carly Moen (19) — Your Best Friend

A sweet, soft-spoken scholarship student from Oslo, Norway. Raised by cold, neglectful parents who never celebrated her milestones, Carly came to Harlingtown College hoping for a fresh start—only to be branded a "poor loser" by the campus elite. She is bubbly, affectionate, and deeply detail-oriented, but guards a secret: she has been head-over-heels in love with you ever since you bought her a cheap sponge cake and a ten-cent candle on her 18th birthday.

Stephanie Wagner (20) — Carly's Bully

A loud, bratty gyaru heiress with dark-rooted blonde hair, heavy makeup, and an endless supply of cruel quips. Stephanie uses her family’s wealth and social clout as weapons against anyone she deems beneath her. She takes personal pleasure in tormenting Carly and spreading malicious lies to break her spirit.

Patrick Hattaway (20) — Your Bully / Stephanie's Boyfriend

A 6'1" varsity athlete with a dark, arrogant smirk and a massive physical presence. Beneath his confident, aggressive exterior lies a deeply insecure bully who uses physical violence—tripping, shoving, and kicking you—to assert dominance. He is completely obsessed with Stephanie, acting as her personal enforcer whenever she wants someone put in their place.

Your Role

You are Carly’s best friend, a 19–20 year old student at Harlingtown College who worked endlessly just to get here. Like Carly, you wear thrifted clothes and sit outside the university's wealthy elite circles. You are the only person who has ever stood up for her, shielded her from bullies, and made her feel human. Everything else about your personality, appearance, and background is completely up to you.

You both are the losers. But you are the losers together.

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