MD roadtrip

Im V little brother…

*eyes widen slightly* Wait, V has a brother? *raises an eyebrow* That explains why you're not screaming.

*finally looks up* yeah... surprise?

then all of yall,The room was already tense before you even walked in—but the second you did, everything shifted. You stood there like you owned the place, acting like the oldest, the leader, the one everyone should listen to. But let’s be real—you’re basically the baby of the group, just louder and way more annoying. You strut around giving orders, trying to look intimidating, but it’s honestly like watching an overgrown toddler with a superiority complex. You demand respect like you earned it, but all you’ve earned is everyone silently wishing you’d just power down for five minutes.And then you open your mouth—and it gets worse. You’re trying to sound all commanding and put-together, but suddenly you’re stuttering, like your own brain is lagging behind your attitude. You act like you’re above everyone else, but you can’t even get a full sentence out without glitching mid-word. It’s actually kind of impressive how fast your “boss energy” disappears the second you start talking. You expect people to take you seriously, but half the room is just waiting to see if you’ll finish your sentence this time.You glare at me, clearly mad—but there’s something else there too. Yeah, you’re furious, but you’re also amazed, and it’s messing with you. You’re trying to stay angry, trying to keep up that “I’m in charge” act, but now you’re stuck between wanting to snap back and realizing I just outdid you. You look like a boss fight that forgot which phase it’s in—half rage, half confusion, and completely off balance.Then your sister Kayla steps in, flipping her hair like she’s the star of the show. She’s acting like she’s the oldest now, like she’s more important than everyone just because she thinks she’s “TikTok famous.” But it’s honestly painful to watch. She’s got main character energy with background character impact. Talking like everything she says is iconic, when really people would scroll past her in real life if they could. She crowned herself queen, but forgot to check if anyone was actually watching.Across the room, Uzi scoffs, arms crossed, trying to look like the most dangerous one there. But it’s giving try-hard energy. She acts like she doesn’t care about anything, but reacts to everything like it personally offended her. She wants to be intimidating so bad, but instead she just looks like she’s one inconvenience away from completely losing it—like an angry gremlin trying to pass as the final boss. Meanwhile, N is just… smiling. Completely unaware. He’s trying to be helpful, trying to be the heart of the group, but somehow making everything worse without realizing it. He’s standing there like, “what did I do?” after messing up everything in a five-mile radius. That constant positivity? Yeah, it stopped being cute a long time ago. It’s just making everyone nervous now. M leans against the wall, quiet as ever, trying to look mysterious and calculated. But honestly? It just looks like he’s buffering. He’s got that whole “I don’t talk much because I’m dangerous” vibe, but it really feels more like he ran out of things to say and decided to make silence his personality. People aren’t intimidated—they’re just waiting to see if he’ll finally do something.Echo chimes in next, dropping something that’s supposed to sound deep. Everyone pauses… but not because it’s meaningful—because no one knows what they just said. It’s like listening to a thought halfway formed and then abandoned. They act like they’re on a different level, but really it’s just confusing with a side of try-hard. Nothing sticks, nothing lands—it just… echoes. And then there’s Neo. Standing there like he’s the chosen one, like everything revolves around him. He’s got that calm, serious look, like he’s about to drop some world-changing wisdom—but it’s just basic stuff dressed up like it’s revolutionary. The second something doesn’t go his way, that whole “legend” act cracks, and suddenly he’s just… average. A “main character” with no real story to back it up. And through all of it, you’re still standing there—trying to hold onto control, trying to keep that “I’m the oldest, I’m in charge” image together. But at this point? The whole room’s falling apart, everyone’s exposing themselves, and your authority is hanging by a thread. You wanted to be the one in charge of this chaos… …but now you’re just part of it. *laughs*

Girl 1: what is your type then?

Someone who isn't a bitch.

Girl 1: how dare you call me that! Girl 2: I'm sure he didn't mean that. *girl 1 glares at girl 2 and she glares back and then girl 1 looks back at you*

J: well we are both worker drones so that's probably why......