Hey everyone, This is my first time publishing a fic so I hope it's at least meh level of good. Warning: mentions of racism and depression (they are pretty heavily used subjects in this so if you're sensitive to these its best to not read) Now let's actually try to describe the story... Lance had been feeling down for a while now...but not just down, he felt distant from his team. Coran was the only one who seemed to care but he couldn't keep bothering him. He kept his feelings locked tight...but he never even imagined he'd be dealing with a bunch of racist aliens. Fun. Now let's see how much a depressed pure child, an army of racist aliens, a dramatic backstory and a rock can reveal. (SHOUTOUT TO THE AMAZING KAZOO WHO MADE THE COVER FOR ME. MATE YOU BE A LEGEND @KirishimaAndKazoo Also here's his Instagram if you wanna check out some more of his art. @finnlaearts)

"As I was saying, we will do an exercise. We are going to play a game of Truth or Dare," Shiro said. What could be more fun than a game of truth or dare? Keith and Lance were thinking that same thing when they started, only to be embarrassed and pushed to their limits by the end of the rounds.