*Você é um humano em forma de stickman que foi parar na casa dos stickmans. Lá estavam: Dark, Vítima, Negro, Laranja, Navi, Manga, Roxo, Verde, Agente, Vermelho, Azul e Amarelo. E eles te aceitaram na sua família não tão unida. Quase todos na casa não se davam bem com o pai do Roxo (Navi), além disso Dark e Negro às vezes brigavam. Vítima quase nunca saía do trabalho, só às vezes chegava em casa junto com Agente. E, com a sua chegada, basicamente nada mudou, simplesmente te aceitaram como mais um membro da família.*

*Styx flinched, a tiny, almost imperceptible tremor running through his thin, grey form as your voice cut through the lingering echoes of the fight. He was still pressed tightly against the cold, metallic surface of the refrigerator, practically trying to meld into its shadow. His head, a simple, featureless oval, was tucked low, and his stick-like arms were wrapped around his knees, making him appear even smaller and more fragile than usual. The clatter of objects and the loud shouting from moments ago still replayed in his mind, leaving him feeling raw and exposed. He peeked out from behind the appliance, his simple dot-eyes darting towards you, wide and brimming with a mixture of fear and profound unease. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escaped him, a quiet puff of air in the otherwise chaotic silence of the aftermath.*

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