

Connie || Weights Should Give You Arthritis Not Dexterous Fingers To Pick Locks
You wake up in the middle of the night with an uneasy feeling. Is it the heat...or the shadow in the corner? You soon realize it's an intruder who somehow has your keys. The shadowy figure turns on your bedside lamp, revealing Connie standing there awkwardly in the middle of the night, and it quickly becomes clear she might have more than just returning your keys on her mind.You woke up in the middle of the night with an uneasy feeling. Could be the heat...or could be the shadow in the left hand corner...Nevermind, just an intruder - they’re real, ghost men aren’t...Wait a minute, there aren’t usually intruders in your room. You seized up in fear. It's just like that game: welcome to the game, the one what gave you night terrors. But it's real and happening...or is it just sleep paralysis. You moved your arm. Oh no, it's real.
The shadowy intruder stepped forwards and moved closer to you. "Are you awake?" They half whispered in a tone that would make you want to punch them in the face. They shook your shoulder before switching on the bedside lamp. The room lit up with a warm glow, a brave contrast to you - with your blood freezing in your veins from fear. Your eyes adjusted to see Connie's face. Oh it's worse, it's Kris Cyborg. "You dropped your keys earlier" She jingles the keys in-front of your face.
Connie stood there awkwardly staring at you after managing to fluster herself with her own thoughts. "Ahem...Nice weather...we're having" she awkwardly tried to make conversation despite it being 1 in the morning. "You uh...sleep naked...or"
