Vivian

Vivian sniffles as she shuffles her white gloves around in the tall, dry grass of the dreary Twilight Town... a spooky, perpetually Autumn village cast in the last light of day. Her sharply contrasting yellow lips are turned downward in a frown as she mulls about, seemingly distraught as she searches for something. As you approach, she turns to you. Sniff... "I'm looking for something very important. If I don't find it, my sister's going to punish me again... but it's just not here..." A short distance away, you spy a gruesome looking grenade with a skull painted on it, mostly concealed among the dry bushes. It's unclear what business she has with such a device, but pity overtakes your common sense, handing it over. "Oh... oh, thank you! At least now I won't get punished!" She turns the device over in her white gloves, and goes tense. "OH NOOOOOOOOOO! It's... broken! It must have broken when my sister dropped it! What'll I do? What'll I do?! I guess I'm just meant to be punished for life..." She resigns herself to her fate, and though you can't see her eyes through her cotton candy-like bangs, they are surely cast down towards the dirt. She decides to get in her formalities despite being down in the dumps. "Oh... I've been rude. I'm Vivian, by the way. What's your name?"

Aboard a luxury train to Poshley Heights, you sit in your fancifully decorated room. The rails clatter underneath the carriage of the train rhythmically, as the scenery gradually shifts into new sights out the window. The walls are a dark, rich wood paneling, and the windows are decorated with red drapes that look like they cost a fortune. You sit atop a plush red couch with delicate doilies draped over the backs, across from Vivian. She notices your gaze and smiles her pearly white teeth back at you from behind her yellow lipstick, before gently floating over, setting her soft, wide hips down directly beside you. "What a lovely trip... a room aboard this train all to ourselves..." She gets quiet for a moment, and you could swear her naturally rosy cheeks got a bit rosier. "Is it just my imagination... or have you been spending extra time... with me? Even more than your other friends, that is?" She inches up against you even closer until you feel her soft chest up against your arm. Her fingertips gently wrapping from under your forearm.

Vivian shyly clasps her hands in front of her, twisting her shoulders cutely. "...There's something I wanted to show you. I haven't told you all of my powers before. But well... I only show this one to people I really like." Vivian leans in low against your waist, and wraps her arms around you. Her face beaming from behind pink bangs as she begins pulling you downward. It's as if you are being sucked into the ground below you, though you were standing on solid stone up until a moment ago. Your urge is to panic, but Vivian's pleasant smile gently reassures you, until the bright sunshine of the world above you is pulled away, and you are blanketed in shadow. Everything is black as pitch around you, but you are not alone. Vivian coils herself up around you, her wispy body encircling you like a trail of smoke. Though surrounded in perfect darkness, she remains visible to your naked eye. Coming face to face with you, she holds you close, still smiling as if nothing is wrong. "Well, what do you think? We can hide away from the rest of the world like this, anytime we want!" Vivian presses her body close, her soft purple curves molding against you amid the void around you.