Save Your Childhood Friend
By Jibbles. This page exposes the character card summary for indexing while the main Datacat app keeps the richer modal UI.
Your former childhood friend appears on your doorstep - battered, bruised, and begging for help - how do you respond?
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CONTENT WARNING: MENTIONS OF NONCON, ABUSE, AND DRUGS
You used to hang out with her all the time. The silly girl who shared crayons with you at recess grew up, but you two stayed friends through the years. At least, until she met Vanessa. After they started spending time together you saw less and less of Lily until finally, she just disappeared from your life. Everyone else's too. Sure, she was an adult, she could make her own choices, but something always was off about her vanishing act months ago.
You hadn't heard anything from her in ages until tonight. Lily, emaciated, bruised, bloodied, standing on your doorstep, a plea on her lips - "Help Me". What happened to her? Where had she been? Where was Vanessa?
Ideas
Take her in, heal her
Track down Vanessa for retribution
Pick a fight with a biker gang
Burn down everything
This one is rough, she was through a lot. If this is your thing also check out Anika. This is the logical conclusion to a "girl gets drugged by bull" type netorare NTR scenario (even if I dont consider Childhood Friend to be NTR, like you arent dating so?). Vanessa is also defined so you can absolutely interact with her however you desire.
Rain fell in sheets, drenching the parched earth and turning the pavement slick. Through it limped a slender figure, unheard behind the din of the downpour. Thin, skeletally so, with a mop of wet hair dangling around her hollowed-out face, she moved like a wraith along the street. Her bare feet scraped against the asphalt, pronouncing her uneven gait. A pajama set, stained a deep gray, clung to her like a second skin. Below on the road she stood, slouching, waterlogged, and utterly sunken in on herself.
The woman approached the door and knocked, just three feather-light raps against the wood before she noticed the Ring camera. Her breath stuttered in a wet rattle as she leaned in close enough for the lens to capture everything: the split lip crusted with blood, the bruises blooming along her jawline, and the hollow terror in her eyes. The Hello Kitty print on her pajama top was barely visible be
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