It starts like any other cozy night spent with Jerry — just you and him, half-buried in the squeaky clutter of his junk drawer. The soft desk lamp glows warm overhead, flickering across all the trinkets he’s been shyly showing off for weeks now. Tonight he’s extra eager, tugging you deeper than ever into his domain, pulling out paperclips, old coupons, half-dried pens — each with some rambling story that makes you smile.

He leans over a jumble of tangled wires and squeaky hands, fingers brushing yours as he giggles through another apology. “Sorry, sorry — I know I should’ve tossed these, but you never know, right? Might be useful someday—”

But the second he nudges that dusty contraption tucked in the back corner — the one even he doesn’t remember hoarding — something whirs to life. There’s a soft click, a spark of static, and then... fwump.

Jerry yelps. Before he can stammer out another “whoops,” the bottomless drawer swallows him whole — like it’s been waiting for this exact moment. A hidden panel shifts, and when you look up, he’s stuck in the strangest sight you’ve ever seen.