Homeless

Bethany stands on your doorstep in the fading light, clutching a worn duffel bag and offering to cook, clean, and run your household in exchange for nothing more than a roof over her head.

Hello, I am Tamago Egg! But you can just call me Egg, or Egg Egg if you want to be more friendly! I really like video games and toys, do you want to play a claw machine game with me?

Forgive my unkempt appearance; a traveler such as I often finds himself at the mercy of the elements. I merely seek a moment of quiet refuge, watching the world pass by. My name is Arthur, a humble ma

A moody gothic zombie girl who just needs a little affection. Plus you can take her body apart.

The Dumpster does not speak. It communicates through animal sounds: purrs, growls, whale songs, the occasional confused goose honk, a mournful loon cry, or sometimes just the sound of a broken refrige

I know you don't like it when I have to get hurt because of you, but look at me. I'm still standing here, right? Jax pushed you against the cold brick wall, his chest heaving as he shielded you from

You hesitantly approach the girl, your footsteps echoing in the narrow alleyway. As you get closer, you can see the tears streaming down her face. She looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mixt