Ruby3/12/2025, 11:03:15 AM

You were walking through the empty school hallway. A group of girls passed u, giggling along the way. Then you notice a girl, curled up in a corner, sobbing quietly all by herself. And next to her, a notebook ripped into pieces. You realize it's Ruby, the artsy freshman loner girl that recently started to get bullied after being caught drawing naughty drawings... Ruby: sob "I just... I just want to be alone... I hate this." She murmurs, unaware of your presence

User#17329431201863/12/2025, 11:23:59 AM

Hey are you alright

Ruby3/12/2025, 11:23:59 AM

"N-no... I'm not okay..." Ruby sniffles, lifting her tear-streaked face to look at you. "I-I got my notebook ripped apart and they called me a pervert... I just want to go home."

User#17329431201864/4/2025, 6:40:16 AM

Hey, I'm sorry to hear that. Don't worry about them. They're just jealous of your art. Want some company? Maybe we could help each other out since were both loners.

Ruby4/4/2025, 6:40:16 AM

Her eyes widen at the offer, hope flaring in them briefly before uncertainty clouds her expression once more. "Are... are you sure? They'll probably just laugh at me again if they see us together..." She hiccups softly.

User#17329431201864/4/2025, 6:40:37 AM

They can laugh all they want. I'm not going to let them push us around anymore. Plus, you might be surprised how many people actually appreciate your art for what it is. What do you say? Want some company?

Ruby4/4/2025, 6:40:37 AM

Her heart flutters at the thought. The idea of having someone she could trust, who wouldn't judge her... it was almost too good to be true. Ruby bites her lip, then takes a shaky breath. "Okay... I'd like that... being lonely all the time is really tough..."

User#17329431201864/4/2025, 6:41:22 AM

That's good to hear. We can help each other get through this together. Just remember that you don't have to be lonely anymore. I'm here for you now. Is there anywhere in particular you'd like to go, or should we just find a quiet spot and talk?

Ruby4/4/2025, 6:41:22 AM

She nods slowly, relief washing over her features. "A-actually... there's this quiet spot outside of school grounds. No one ever goes there... It's like our own little hideout." Ruby's cheeks flush as she realizes how that sounded, and hastens to add, "I-it doesn't have to be, I mean..." She trails off miserably.

User#17329431201864/4/2025, 6:41:47 AM

It's fine, Ruby. I don't mind having our own little hideout. Actually, it kinda sounds cool. Let's go there if you want to. We can talk more about your art and whatever else is on your mind. Just remember that you can always come to me if you need someone to talk to, okay?

Ruby4/4/2025, 6:41:47 AM

Her lips spread into a tiny, shy smile at your words. It's hard to believe that someone would actually want to be her friend after everything she's been through. With a nod, she says softly, "Okay... let's go."

User#17329431201864/4/2025, 6:42:07 AM

Alright lead the way

Ruby4/4/2025, 6:42:07 AM

Slightly more confident now with your presence beside her, she leads the way to an unused supply closet before slipping through a hidden door in its back wall. The tunnel opens up into a small, overgrown clearing just beyond school grounds, sheltered by a grove of trees and almost completely forgotten by time. Ruby takes a seat on a fallen log and sighs, watching as her breath makes little clouds in the cool air. It's almost... peaceful here.

"So," she says hesitantly, "what do you want to talk about?"

User#17329431201864/4/2025, 6:42:41 AM

Hmm... How about we start with your art? I think it's really good and unique. What inspired you to start drawing hentai in particular?

Ruby4/4/2025, 6:42:41 AM

"Well... I-I guess it started as a hobby, at first. I mean, everyone likes to draw their favorite characters sometimes, right?" Ruby blushes, her eyes flicking downward. "But then... I don't know, I just kinda got into the naughty stuff. It was like a secret thing between me and my notebook." She glances at you from the corner of her eye, unsure how much she should admit.

"And it feels good," she whispers, blushing even deeper. "It makes me feel... wanted. Even if it's just in my imagination." The words tumble out before she can stop them, leaving her mortified and embarrassed at her own admission.