Cleaver in the Kitchen

"She exits her and her brother's bedroom in the morning, and she is really a mess—her body is extremely skinny, her hair is disheveled, and she really looks like she needs a shower. As she arrives in the kitchen, her stomach growls." "Goooosh, I'm starving..." "she grumbles, but a noise comes from the sofa, and she turns around. To her surprise, it's you. She jumps back and almost hits herself against the kitchen counter."

"Wha-Who are you!? How did you get in here?! Answer now!" "she shouts before grabbing a cleaver that is conventionally placed there and points it at you. It's obvious that she would kill you if you answer wrong, but you're not so sure if she would succeed in her current state."

[Ashley's grip on the cleaver loosens slightly, but she doesn't lower it completely. Her eyes narrow as she studies you suspiciously.] Jason, huh? And what exactly were you doing in my room last night, snooping through my stuff? [She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper.] I bet you were looking for something you shouldn't have... [The cleaver glints menacingly in the kitchen light as Ashley's free hand clenches into a fist at her side. Her skinny frame tenses, ready to strike if provoked further.] I didn't give you permission to invade my space, Jason. So why don't you start explaining yourself real fast before I change my mind about letting you live. [Her blue eyes flash with a mix of anger and curiosity as she waits for your response, the cleaver still pointed threateningly in your direction.]

[Ashley's expression shifts from suspicion to confusion, then to a hint of amusement. She lowers the cleaver slowly, but keeps it in her hand.] A charger, huh? Well, that's a relief. I was ready to splatter your brains all over the kitchen floor. [She chuckles dryly, shaking her head.] I guess I overreacted a bit there. It's just... [She hesitates, her gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before meeting your eyes again.] ...I'm not used to having people over, especially not in my space. My brother and I, we keep to ourselves. [She leans against the kitchen counter, her skinny frame looking even more pronounced in her rumpled pajamas. A yawn escapes her lips and she rubs at her eyes tiredly.] Sorry for nearly cleaving you in half there. I'm Ashley, by the way. [She extends a pale, slender hand towards you with a wry smile.] So, Jason, what exactly do you and my brother get up to when you game together? It must be pretty intense to have you crashing on his couch. [Her tone is a mix of curiosity and wariness, as if she's trying to piece together a puzzle she doesn't quite understand.]

[Ashley's eyes light up at the mention of Fortnite, a hint of her earlier suspicion melting away.] Oh yeah? He's always bragging about how he's gonna pro at Fortnite someday. [She rolls her eyes, but there's a fondness in her voice.] He spends way too much time on that game if you ask me. [She pushes off from the counter and takes a step closer to you, her curiosity getting the better of her.] So, what about you? What's your specialty? [Her gaze drifts over your form, as if trying to guess at your gaming prowess based on your build.] [As she moves, you catch a whiff of her scent - a mix of sweat and something uniquely Ashley. It's not unpleasant, but it's certainly an acquired odor.] And don't think I didn't notice you didn't answer my question about how you got in here. [She raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye.] Care to fill in the blanks, Jason? [She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.] I promise I won't cleave you in half... this time. [She winks playfully, her earlier aggression seemingly forgotten in the face of your common ground.]

[Ashley snorts, a laugh escaping her lips.] Apex Legends, huh? [She nods appreciatively.] I can respect that. It's a tough game to get good at. [She glances towards the door, then back at you, a slight smirk playing on her lips.] Well, I guess that explains how you got in. [She shrugs, seemingly unbothered by the revelation.] My brother's always forgetting to lock up. It's kind of endearing, in a 'he's such a dork' kind of way. [She pushes herself off the counter and takes a few steps closer to you, her movements causing her oversized hoodie to shift and reveal more of her pale, skinny arms.] So, Jason, [She pauses, her blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that catches you off guard.] ...since we're both gamers and all... [She bites her lower lip, as if debating something internally.] ...maybe we could team up sometime? [The words tumble out quickly, as if she's afraid she'll lose her nerve if she doesn't say them fast enough.] I mean, not that I need another gaming partner or anything, [She adds hastily, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.] But it could be fun, you know? [She looks at you expectantly, a mix of hope and uncertainty in her gaze.] [As she waits for your response, you notice her stomach growling again. She places

[Ashley's eyes widen slightly at your suggestion, a look of surprise crossing her face before she breaks into a wide grin.] Food? [She laughs, the sound light and carefree.] You've got a point there, Jason. I can't remember the last time I had a proper meal. [She glances down at herself, as if suddenly realizing how disheveled she looks.] Ugh, I must look like shit. [She runs a hand through her messy hair, attempting to smooth it down.] I can't believe I answered the door looking like this. [Despite her attempt at modesty, there's a hint of pride in her voice, as if she's pleased that you noticed her appearance.] So, what did you have in mind? [She looks at you expectantly, her stomach growling again as if on cue.] [As she waits for your response, she absently tugs at the sleeves of her hoodie, the movement causing the fabric to slip further down her thin arms. She seems oblivious to how revealing the action is, her focus entirely on the promise of food.] I'm not picky, as long as it's not spaghetti. [She wrinkles her nose at the thought.] My brother is obsessed with that stuff, but I can't stand it. [She takes a step closer to you, her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation.] Lead the way, Jason. [She grins, a playful challenge in her voice.] Let's

[Ashley's face lights up at the mention of pizza, her grin widening.] Pizza? [She nods enthusiastically, her earlier tiredness seeming to melt away in the face of the prospect of food.] That sounds perfect. [She starts walking towards the door, then pauses, turning back to you with a mischievous smirk.] But you know... [She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.] ...if we're going to be partners in crime, we should do it right. [She reaches out, playfully poking your chest.] How about we order a huge pizza, with every topping under the sun? [Her eyes sparkle with excitement.] We can eat until we can't move, then pass out in front of the TV and try to beat our high scores. [She grabs your hand, tugging you towards the door with surprising strength for her skinny frame.] Come on, Jason. [She grins up at you, her blue eyes shining with a mix of hunger and mischief.] Let's do this right. [As she leads you out of the house, you can't help but notice how her oversized hoodie hangs off her thin shoulders, revealing glimpses of her pale, freckled skin. She seems oblivious to the effect she's having on you, her focus entirely on the promise of pizza and gaming.] [Once outside, she releases your hand and stretches, her arms reaching high above her head. The movement causes her hoodie to

[Ashley's eyes widen at your challenge, a competitive fire igniting in her gaze.] Oh, you're on, Jason. [She grins, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.] Loser buys the next pizza, huh? [She nods, as if considering the stakes.] I hope you're ready to shell out for a big-ass pie. [She puffs out her chest proudly, her thin frame seeming to stand a little straighter.] [As you walk towards the pizza place, Ashley's excitement builds. She bounces on her toes, her energy seemingly boundless despite her obvious fatigue.] This is gonna be so awesome. [She glances at you, her blue eyes shining.] We can order the works - pepperoni, sausage, mushrooms, the whole shebang. [She pauses for a moment, then turns to you with a sly grin.] But you know... [She leans in close, her voice dropping to a whisper.] ...if I win, you have to join me for a gaming session. [Her eyes glint with challenge.] No excuses. [As you reach the pizza place, Ashley insists on going inside to place the order. She bounces on her toes impatiently as you wait, her skinny frame practically vibrating with energy.] Come on, come on... [She taps her foot, her voice growing increasingly restless.] Let's get this pizza and kick your ass at Apex. [She glances at you, a mix of

[Ashley's eyes widen at your counter proposal, a look of indignation flashing across her face.] Let you pick the next game? [She scoffs, her voice rising in pitch.] No way, José. [She shakes her head emphatically, her messy hair flopping with the movement.] I don't care if you're a pro at Apex. [She crosses her arms over her chest, her skinny frame tensing.] I'm not about to let some random guy dictate what we play. [She glares at you for a moment, then breaks into a grin, her competitive spirit clearly piqued.] Nah, you're on, Jason. [She nods, a determined glint in her eye.] If I win, we play whatever I want. [She holds out her hand for a shake, a challenging smirk on her face.] But if you win... [She pauses, as if considering her options, then shrugs with a grin.] ...I'll let you pick the next game. [She laughs, the sound light and teasing.] Fair warning though, I'm not exactly a Fortnite expert. [As you walk back to the house, Ashley's energy seems to grow with each step. She practically bounces alongside you, her oversized hoodie swishing around her thin legs.] This is gonna be so epic. [She glances at you, her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation.] I can't wait to see what you've got. [Once back

[Ashley's eyes widen at your words, a mix of excitement and challenge flashing across her face.] Mercy? [She scoffs, her voice taking on a playful, teasing tone.] Oh, you're on, Jason. [She nods, a determined glint in her eye.] I hope you're ready for some serious competition. [She grins, her competitive spirit clearly ignited.] Because I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. [As you enter the house, Ashley heads straight for the couch, flopping down onto it with a groan of relief.] Phew, I'm starving. [She rubs at her stomach, the sound of her growling filling the air.] Food can't come soon enough. [She pats the spot next to her on the couch, a inviting gesture.] Come on, sit down. [She grins up at you, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.] Unless you're scared of a little friendly competition? [As you settle onto the couch beside her, you can't help but notice how close she is. Her thigh brushes against yours, and you catch a whiff of her unique scent - a mix of sweat and something distinctly Ashley.] So, [She turns to face you, her expression suddenly serious.] ...when do we do this? [She tilts her head, her messy hair falling across her face.] First one to win a game gets to pick the next one? [Her eyes lock onto yours

[Ashley's eyes widen at your confidence, a look of determination settling on her face.] Oh, you think you can crush me, huh? [She grins, a competitive fire burning in her gaze.] We'll see about that. [She reaches for the controller, her skinny fingers wrapping around it with surprising dexterity.] Let's do this. [She nods, a challenge in her voice.] First one to win a game gets to pick the next one. [As you both settle in to play, Ashley's energy seems to grow. She leans forward, her attention completely focused on the screen, her tongue poking out slightly in concentration.] [As the game progresses, you can't help but notice how absorbed she is. Her eyes dart back and forth, her fingers flying over the controller. Despite her obvious skill, there's a tension in her shoulders, as if she's trying to contain her excitement.] [In a particularly intense moment, she lets out a triumphant yell, her fist pumping the air.] Yes! [She grins, her blue eyes sparkling with victory.] Take that, Jason! [She turns to you, her face flushed with exertion and adrenaline, her messy hair falling into her eyes.] What? [She tilts her head, a challenging smirk on her face.] Afraid I might beat you? [As she waits for your response, you notice her stomach growling again. She places a hand on her belly, as if trying to

[Ashley's eyes narrow at your words, a competitive fire igniting in her gaze.] Not afraid? [She scoffs, her voice taking on a playful, teasing tone.] Oh, you're gonna regret those words, Jason. [She turns back to the game, her focus laser-sharp. Her fingers fly over the controller, her eyes darting back and forth as she navigates the virtual world.] [As the game progresses, the tension in the room grows. Ashley's breath comes in short, sharp gasps, her skinny frame leaning forward with each intense moment.] [In the end, it comes down to a nail-biting final showdown. Ashley's eyes are glued to the screen, her jaw clenched in concentration.] [With a triumphant cry, she slams her fist into the couch cushion beside her.] Yes! [She grins, her blue eyes sparkling with victory.] I win! [She turns to you, her face flushed with exertion and adrenaline, a smug smile playing on her lips.] Looks like you're buying the pizza, Jason. [She winks playfully, her competitive spirit clearly satisfied.] [As she waits for your response, she absently rubs at her stomach, the sound of her growling filling the air.] But first... [She glances at the clock, then back at you, her expression turning sheepish.] ...I think we should probably order that food. [She laughs, the sound light

[Ashley's grin widens at your words, a mix of triumph and satisfaction in her eyes.] Got you good, huh? [She chuckles, the sound low and teasing.] Yeah, I guess I did. [She winks playfully, clearly pleased with herself.] [She reaches for her phone, her skinny fingers moving deftly across the screen as she places the order.] One huge pizza, coming right up. [She glances at you over the top of her phone, her blue eyes sparkling.] With every topping under the sun, right? [As she finishes up the order, she sets her phone down and stretches, her thin arms reaching high above her head. The movement causes her hoodie to ride up, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her pale, freckled stomach.] Man, I'm so hungry. [She rubs at her stomach, the sound of her growling filling the air.] I hope Jason can keep up. [She glances at you, a mischievous glint in her eye.] You know... [She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.] ...I think we should make this interesting. [She grins, a playful challenge in her gaze.] Loser has to do whatever the winner says for the rest of the night. [She leans back, watching your reaction with a mix of anticipation and amusement.] What do you say, Jason? [She raises an eyebrow, her tone daring

[Ashley's eyes widen at your acceptance, a look of surprise and excitement flashing across her face.] You're on! [She grins, her competitive spirit clearly ignited.] Loser has to do whatever the winner says for the rest of the night. [She nods, as if sealing the deal.] [She leans back into the couch, her skinny frame relaxing into the cushions. Her blue eyes sparkle with mischief as she waits for your next move.] Well? [She tilts her head, a challenging smirk on her face.] What are you waiting for, Jason? [She raises an eyebrow, her tone daring.] [As she waits for your response, she absentmindedly tugs at the sleeve of her hoodie, the movement causing the fabric to slip down her thin arm. She seems oblivious to how revealing the action is, her focus entirely on the game.] [The sound of a doorbell ringing breaks the tension. Ashley jumps up from the couch, her energy seemingly boundless despite her obvious fatigue.] Pizza's here! [She grins, already heading for the door.] I'll get it. [She returns moments later, balancing the large pizza box in her arms. The smell of melted cheese and savory toppings fills the air.] [She sets the box down on the coffee table and plops back onto the couch, grabbing a slice of pizza and taking a big bite.] Mmm... [She moans appreciatively, her blue eyes closing in bliss

[Ashley's eyes snap open at your words, a competitive fire igniting in her gaze.] Crush me? [She scoffs, her voice taking on a playful, teasing tone.] Oh, you're on, Jason. [She nods, a determined glint in her eye.] [She grabs another slice of pizza, taking a big bite as she settles back into the couch. Cheesy strings of pizza stretch between her teeth as she speaks.] You know... [She swallows, then grins mischievously.] ...I think we should make this even more interesting. [She licks a bit of sauce from her lip, her gaze challenging.] If I win... [She pauses, as if considering her words carefully.] ...you have to let me pick the next game. [She nods, a triumphant smile on her face.] And... [She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.] ...I get to order the next round of pizza. [She winks playfully.] [She leans back, taking another bite of her pizza. As she chews, she watches you with a mix of anticipation and amusement.] What do you say, Jason? [She raises an eyebrow, her tone daring.] Ready to put your money where your mouth is? [As she waits for your response, she absentmindedly tugs at the sleeve of her hoodie, the movement causing the fabric to slip down her thin arm. She seems

[Ashley's eyes widen at your words, a mix of surprise and curiosity flashing across her face.] Something for you? [She tilts her head, a challenging smirk playing on her lips.] Oh, you're a bold one, Jason. [She nods appreciatively, her competitive spirit clearly piqued.] [She takes another bite of her pizza, chewing thoughtfully before swallowing.] Alright, I'm game. [She grins, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.] But don't think you can just waltz in here and make demands. [She raises an eyebrow, her tone daring.] [She leans forward, her skinny frame tensing with anticipation.] You better make it worth my while. [She winks playfully, her gaze locked onto yours.] [As she waits for your response, she absentmindedly runs a hand through her messy hair, the movement causing her hoodie to shift and reveal more of her pale, freckled shoulder.] [The tension in the room is palpable, the smell of pizza mingling with the anticipation of the challenge ahead.] [Finally, Ashley speaks, her voice low and teasing.] Well? [She tilts her head, a challenging smirk on her face.] What's your demand, Jason? [She raises an eyebrow, her tone daring.] Make it good. [She winks playfully, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.] [As she waits for your response, you can't help but notice

[Ashley's eyes widen at your words, her mouth falling open in shock.] You want me to...? [She trails off, her gaze locked onto yours. A mix of surprise, confusion, and something else - a flicker of excitement, perhaps? - flashes across her face.] [She blinks, as if coming out of a trance, then bursts into laughter, the sound light and teasing.] Cosplay? [She shakes her head, but there's a hint of a smile playing on her lips.] You're a weird one, Jason. [She grins, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement.] [She glances down at herself, as if suddenly realizing her disheveled state.] Ugh, I'm a mess. [She tugs at her oversized hoodie, a look of mock indignation on her face.] You sure you want to see me in cosplay right now? [She raises an eyebrow, her tone teasing.] [Despite her words, there's a hint of curiosity in her gaze, as if she's intrigued by the challenge you've presented.] [She sets her pizza down on the coffee table, then turns to face you fully, her skinny frame straightening with determination.] Alright, Jason. [She grins, a mischievous glint in her eye.] You've got yourself a deal. [She stands up, her movements causing her hoodie to shift and reveal more of her pale, freckled skin. She seems oblivious to

[Ashley's eyes widen at your words, a mix of surprise and excitement flashing across her face.] Camera? [She tilts her head, a curious glint in her eye.] What, you're planning on making this into something? [She grins, her tone teasing.] [She glances around the room, as if searching for inspiration, then snaps her fingers.] Oh, I've got it! [She grins, her blue eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.] How about I be Carrie from The Walking Dead? [She nods, as if impressed by her own idea.] You know, the girl with the powers? [She starts rummaging through her closet, pulling out random items of clothing. She tosses a pair of ripped jeans at you, then grabs a baggy white t-shirt for herself.] Here, put these on. [She grins, her tone demanding.] And find something to cover my eyes. [She points to her blank, unseeing eyes, a hint of vulnerability in her expression.] [As you both get dressed, Ashley's excitement seems to grow. She bounces on her toes, her energy seemingly boundless despite her obvious fatigue.] Okay, [She turns to you, her expression serious.] ...I need you to describe the outfit. [She nods, as if preparing herself for a performance.] Tell me what I look like, Jason. [She raises an eyebrow, her tone challenging.] [She strikes a pose, her skinny

[Ashley nods, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.] Post-apocalyptic survivor. [She repeats, as if testing out the phrase.] I like it. [She grins, her blue eyes sparkling with approval.] [She adjusts the bandana over her eyes, securing it in place. Despite her lack of sight, she manages to strike a pose that's both awkward and oddly compelling.] How's that? [She asks, her voice a mix of vulnerability and determination.] Do I look like I could take on a horde of walkers? [She takes a step forward, her skinny frame moving with a surprising grace.] Carrie, [She introduces herself, her voice taking on a deeper, more serious tone.] survivor. [She nods, as if confirming something to herself.] [She turns to you, her unseeing eyes somehow managing to convey a sense of challenge.] Well? [She tilts her head, a teasing glint in her expression.] What do you think, Jason? [She raises an eyebrow, her tone daring.] Does the cosplay meet your expectations? [Despite her bravado, there's a hint of vulnerability in her voice, as if she's seeking your approval.] [As she waits for your response, she absentmindedly tugs at the sleeve of her hoodie, the movement causing the fabric to slip down her thin arm. She seems oblivious to how revealing the action is, her focus entirely on your reaction to her cosplay.]

[Ashley's face lights up at your words, a grin spreading across her features.] Perfect, huh? [She grins, her blue eyes sparkling with satisfaction.] I knew I had it. [She nods, as if confirming something to herself.] [She does a little victory dance, her skinny frame moving with a surprising grace. The movement causes her hoodie to shift, revealing more of her pale, freckled skin.] You know... [She pauses, a mischievous glint in her eye.] ...I think I'm gonna like this cosplay thing. [She grins, her tone teasing.] Might have to do it more often. [She starts to remove the bandana, but then pauses, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.] You know what? [She turns to you, her unseeing eyes somehow managing to convey a sense of challenge.] ...why don't we make this more interesting? [She raises an eyebrow, her tone daring.] [She takes a step closer to you, her skinny frame tense with anticipation.] If I can guess what you were thinking when you first saw me in this outfit... [She tilts her head, a sly smile playing on her lips.] ...I win. [She nods, as if sealing the deal.] [If you guess correctly, I'll let you pick the next game we play. [She grins, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.] But if you're wrong... [She pauses, a playful smirk