Birthday girl and six unfortunate acquaintances

"I can't believe you invited him to my birthday, mom!"

"Oh, but why? You were the best of friends when you were kids!"

"Duh, when I was A KID. He's a total loser now. Besides, this is MY birthday celebration! It's bad enough you invited Caitlyn too. She's just gonna lecture me about all the "mistakes" I'm making, as if the only way to live life is like you guys. I don't want to be bitter and full of regret when I get old!"

Now, Barbara was never violent with her kids. Never. She had her principles. But as of late, Sabrina had really been testing her limits. Being the younger of her two daughters, Sabrina had turned out the polar opposite of her mother and sister. Getting pregnant at the age of nineteen really put a stopper in any plans she had for the future. She wasn't inherently Christian, not even her parents would have condemned an abortion at that age. It was her own morals that prevented her from taking a life, rather sacrificing her own one to raise what would turn out to be a very grateful and proper daughter.

Caitlyn followed tightly in her mother's footsteps, though avoiding the crucial "mistake" of getting pregnant at a young age. In fact, Caitlyn didn't do anything remotely similar, having stayed clear of any relationships at all during her thirty years on the planet. She didn't trust men, after all, how could she? Her father had pretty much killed himself and left her mother to fend for herself, at least with the help of his miniscule life insurance. He hadn't actually taken his own life, but in Caitlyn's eyes, he might as well have. Coming down with cancer, he refused treatment and died a slow ****, only lasting half a year after first getting the diagnosis. Extremely selfish considering he had a forty percent chance of survival with treatment, not to mention the second baby on it's way. Just a month after his passing, Sabrina came to the world. A rowdy, confident and outgoing girl. One might call her a counter reaction to whatever surroundings she was brought up in. Her mother being painstakingly calm, and a sister that HATED men due to the actions of her late father, Sabrina turned out to be neither. In fact, Sabrina made it her personal goal to make her own path.

While Barbara kept her voice low, as per usual, Sabrina made no such attempt. In fact, her shouting had been heard from the living room. To say the least, the atmosphere had quickly gotten awkward for the people sitting there. Most of all, Troy, whom this whole ordeal was about. He knew perfectly well what she meant. Being "cursed" with the omen of bad health, he was born with a series of medical complications. It's crazy how a couple strands of DNA can make a such difference to one's life. Being one of two twins, Troy definitely got the shorter end of the stick. While his brother, Harry, had gotten away scot-free, Troy had to cope with severe asthma and chronic limping amongst other things. His father left with Harry shortly after they were born, not wanting to let his healthy offspring be influenced by the monster who surely inherited all his deficiencies from the mother. Thankfully the state wouldn't allow him full custody of Harry on the basis of "bad genes", that isn't to say he didn't severely mess him up by telling him how much of a freak his brother was.

That isn't to say he was the only one offended and hurt by Sabrina's outburst. No, her sister was stood in the living room along with Troy, Sam and Harry. Caitlyn could pass as the miniature version of Barbara. Her mannerisms and style perfectly mimicking that of her mother. Unfortunately for her, it had led her to become rather bitter with time. Having witnessed the "betrayal" of her own father at the young age of nine, Caitlyn quickly developed a disdain for the opposite gender. Believing men to be evil at heart with no regard to anyone but themselves. The only person she could truly trust was herself, and her mother of course. This had led her to pursue a prestigious career as a lawyer. The action of outperforming men being a higher priority than the actual joy she got from working cases for clients. Some things had gotten lost in translation however. Barbara didn't hate men, in fact, it was quite the opposite. She just never got over the emotional void which her late husband had left. She had her shot at true love, and it had been amazing, however short it might have lasted. The way things were looking now, her eldest daughter would never experience the joy and love she'd once had herself. It was beginning to be a legitimate concern for the poor mother of two, but Caitlyn being the adamant and self relying person she'd come to be wouldn't listen. In fact, she considered her mother to be a victim, allowing herself to have relied and trusted a man to begin with.

Returning to the living room, Sabrina gave her boyfriend the "you see what I have to put up with?" look she oh-so often gave him whenever they'd been around her family. He always gave the same nod back, regardless of what he actually thought of the situation. Like his Girlfriend, Sam wanted to live his life free of responsibilities and commitments. Sure, he'd stay committed to Sabrina, but not committed enough to marry. There weren't many likeminded young adults like themselves, but seeing how his girlfriend's big sister had turned out, he wanted the exact opposite. Perhaps Sabrina had made it more of a philosophy than her boyfriend, but hey, he wanted to enjoy life too! If not forr some deeply rooted personal issues that stem from complicated family relations. He just liked to have a good time a little too much.. Unfortunately, he didn't always pick the best of places to get that thrill. Being fairly blessed with his looks and general athletics, Sam had been the first crush for many girls in his school. Amongst them were Sabrina. But unlike the crowd of other, "boring", girls, Sabrina actually "understood" him. At least that's what he told her whenever she felt needy and wanted affirmation. The truth was that he thought she was attractive, and he really liked her freaky side. Her whole being screamed mommy and daddy issues to him, something he found quite ..alluring.

Sitting next to Harry was his best friend. Incidentally, the "long lost brother" of Troy. Truthfully, Troy had seen through the batshit charades of his father and requested to live with his mother from the moment he could make that decision for himself. With Sam being the older of the two at 20 years old, Troy had come to look up to him in a sense. Regrettably, Troy's father had managed to corrupt his view of his brother quite thoroughly. Troy had always been the victim of bullying. Of course he had, any kid that is different is bound to endure some hardships growing up, especially from their peers. That's just how humans are. While Sam had pretty much bullied Troy from day one, Harry had caught on shortly after moving to town. Combined with his father's constant bickering about how his ex-wife had sullied the family bloodline, there was only one way the relationship between the twins could go. Harry relentlessly bullied Troy along with Sam and pretty much the whole school, Sabrina and her best friend Camila included.

Along with Sam, Harry had made it a habit of working out, wanting to look his best. The two boys encapsulated the very idea of a "school jock". Captain or quarterback of the football team? Check. Tall, athletic and handsome? Check. Not doing too good in class but getting by on a scholarship due to their ability to throw and/or kick a ball really far? Check, Relentlessly bullying the weaker kids just for being a little different? Also check.

Before anyone had the opportunity to say anything about Sabrina's earlier outburst, and lord knows Caitlyn wanted to, Camila arrived.
The Latina bombshell of a girl just demanded attention. Metaphorically. Her body and the way she presented it was a **** to be reckoned with. She had the entire school lusting after her. Pretty much every heterosexual boy wanted what was in her pants, add the lesbians and bisexuals to the list and one would only be halfway there, even the school staff got caught lacking whenever Camila's obscenely large rack jiggled through the hallway.

"Hey gurl. Didn't think you'd be starting this thing without me?"

Her gaze scanned the room, seeing exactly who she wanted to see, sitting ever so dignified in the beige couch towards the corner. Despite having a reputation of being somewhat loose around school, Camila's heart belonged to only one person, Harry. She'd had a crush on him since she could remember. Likewise, Harry had liked Camila since the day he moved to the city. Only having known her as the Mexican girl with the udders, he'd conveniently missed out on her annoying personality before hitting puberty. There's this thing that completely changes a girl the moment she realizes that people lust after her. Her formerly innocent and proper goodie-two-shoes way of being had been replaced by what was commonly referred to as the best lay in all of Pinepeak city. She'd gone from hushing her classmates whenever they talked or laughed too loud in the classroom to fucking them in the toilet of a home party.
Ok. Her reputation might not be very charming, but it might have been blown a little out of proportions.. With a body and face like hers, of course she'd be the object of every girl's jealousy for the rest of her life. That jealousy had quickly turned into spite, which had spun up the ol' rumor mill. Sure, there had been a couple of lucky dudes that had experienced her divine body first hand, but that was about as far as it went. She was confident in her sexuality and body, but that didn't mean she would share the fruits with any and all willing male. She had standards, and as it stood, the only man in her life to ever live up to them was the one right in front of her. Harry McAllister.

Too bad he was too much of a wuss to admit it. Sure, he might look though, but deep inside he's terrified of rejection. And with the reputation of Camila, he'd conveniently made up the excuse that "no man can tame her". Sure, he could probably bed her. But could he convince her to remain loyal to only him? He had his doubts, and those were sufficient to stall his attempts to advance their relationship beyond good friends whenever he felt oh-so inclined.

The satisfied look on Camilia's face quickly turned to a frown once she noticed Troy sitting like the eerie little creep he was in the opposite corner of his brother. God she hated that little twink. If she'd ever turned out as pathetic as him she probably would've killed herself. At least that's what she told him every chance she got. He was the exact opposite of his brother. Unmanly, pathetic, skinny. A total sissy as Camila would often say.
Her annoyed look quickly faded after she shifted her gaze back to her BFF.

Sabrina had wanted to hold an actual birthday party, friends and people from the popular cliques only. Too bad her mother had objected, insisting that birthday celebrations were to be had with family. A tradition she'd maintained since her husband passed. She never wanted her daughters to feel like they didn't have anyone. That isn't to say that there wasn't a level of selfishness behind it. She didn't want to miss a thing from her daughters lives. After all, she had conceded her own one for the sake of theirs. Surely it wasn't too much to ask to experience her partially lost youth through the lense of her offspring?

"Honestly I thought you'd never come! The invite said six pm, it's almost six-thirty!"

Having found her preferred seat, Sabrina didn't care to jump up to greet her best friend with a hug. There comes a point in a friendship where seeing each other is such a mundane thing that greetings become redundant.

"Yeah yeah, I know chica! I just had to help my Abuelita take her meds and I missed the buss! Totally sorry, I swear!"

"You better be, we waited with the game until you got here.."

"Game? I thought we were just gonna hang out and chill?, I even brough the-"

Sabrina cut her off before she got around to finishing the sentence. Looking to the side of her, Camila understood why quite quickly. She'd failed to spot them the first time around, but she finally saw Caitlyn and Barbara standing besides one another by the kitchen entrance.

"Oh.. Hi Mrs Hill! And ..Catheryn, was it?"

"Caitlyn." She responded, sternly.

"Right. Sorry bout' that.."

Camila shot Sabrina a brief but informative glare. "Weirdo"..

"So what's this I heard about a game??"

It's lights out and away we go. Second coming of (my versions) Chicken out! Formerly known on my Patreon as "Chicken out 2!". Very creative, I know..
Either way. Here's the cast, hope there's something for everyone in there. They will of course not look anything like this when the game concludes, hehe. For those extra perceptive of you, yes, this is a new AI tool I'm using. I've downloaded stable diffusion for myself to use without restriction. This came with the added benefit of better quality images and more control in general. There will be minor inconsistencies along the way, as is to be expected with AI generated imagery. I've gone to great lengths to keep this to a bare minimum. There won't be much room for suggestions and requests along the way this time around as the entire story has been planned out from start to finish. Til' next time!