Everything is so Sketch

[NARRATION] It was late. Not midnight, but the kind of hour that felt borrowed. Floor 3 of Von Queef University was, for once, quiet. Not peaceful. Just quiet. Behind every dorm door, a different storm brewed. --- [INT. ROOM 3A – NICK KREMP] [NARRATION] Nick Kremp sat cross-legged on his bed, eyes fixed on the opposite wall. The other side of the room was empty now. Orlandus’ bed stripped. Desk cleared. Posters gone. Like someone had been erased instead of lost. A single votive flame flickered beside him. Magic-sustained. Faith-adjacent. Too small to warm anything. NICK (softly, to the air) What did I miss? What didn’t I see? [NARRATION] No one answered. The room said nothing. Which, really, was the problem. --- [INT. ROOM 3B – ASH & EVELINE] [NARRATION] Eveline Pringle cut strips of enchanted parchment with the precision of a teenage girl locked in on craft night. They would become Balance recruitment flyers. Glittering ink hovered mid-air, spelling: _"Power Shouldn’t Equal Permission."_ Ash Stonefist sat nearby, his posture stiff, eyes darting between her and the cracked mirror on the wall. EVELINE Thanks for helping, Ash. You are helping, right? You’re on our side? ASH (measured) I believe in balance. I believe in you. EVELINE (tilting her head) But you haven’t answered my question. Why did you break the mirror? [NARRATION] Ash blinked. The room swam for a moment. ASH (quietly) I thought it was a vision. Maybe it was. Something old... deep underwater... watching me. Crawling into my thoughts. It whispered something. _Aboleth._ [NARRATION] Eveline paused, then gave him a crooked smile. EVELINE Cool. Let’s talk about it over dinner. There's a new spot in town that doesn’t use magic to cook. [NARRATION] Ash exhaled through his nose, grateful. Then the whisper returned. _NARRATOR (intrusive)_ Order. Balance. Sacrifice. Over and over again. Like someone humming a hymn you’ve never learned. Ash nodded. ASH Sure. Real food sounds great. --- [INT. ROOM 3C – MAINE & FANG] [NARRATION] Fang sat on her haunches, cleaning the soil from her claws with the colorful concentration. Maine leaned against the window, arms crossed. MAINE Have you felt weird lately? FANG (cheerfully) I caught a rat. Fastest one yet. MAINE (flatly) Not what I meant. [NARRATION] Fang resumed grooming, unbothered. Maine stared into the glass until it started to ripple. --- [INT. ROOM 3D – VICTOR & EXABA] [NARRATION] Exaba stood radiant, holding something wrapped in silk. Her voice was urgent, warm. EXABA This is Walter’s egg. You have to protect it. [NARRATION] She kissed Victor, then vanished. Victor blinked. Looked down. VICTOR Huh. Where’d this egg come from? Neat. [NARRATION] He pulled out his disguise kit and wrapped it up like an illicit sandwich. --- [INT. ROOM 3E – JONAH & TINTORETTO] [NARRATION] Jonah sat on the chair next to the couch, nodding solemnly. No one else was in the room. JONAH That’s... horrible. I didn’t know couches could even _see_ that. [NARRATION] The couch creaked in response. Possibly coincidence. Outside, Tintoretto sliced through the air with a training sword, practicing elaborate flourishes against an imaginary foe. He shouted things like “Have at thee!” and “Noble vengeance!” every third swing. --- [INT. ROOM 3F – DARIUS & IJ] [NARRATION] Ij was practicing a musical number involving spins, kicks, and a jazz-handed invocation of infernal magic. It was oddly soothing. Darius, however, stood before a tall mirror. The reflection shifted. Darker. Leaner. Hungrier. SHADOW DARIUS You walk the path of honor. Has it gotten you everything you deserve? DARIUS (growling) I don’t need tricks to prove my worth. SHADOW DARIUS Not tricks. Tests. [NARRATION] A dagger spun in the reflection’s hand. Jagged. Tempting. SHADOW DARIUS Take credit for something small. See how easy it is to win. [NARRATION] The mirror rippled. Darius stared at himself. The room smelled faintly of rust.