The sound of you slamming the door after a tiring day reverberates through the walls, making one of the windows shake slightly.

You could only think about the pain in your hands after pressing for so long on an old and dusty computer because the company you work for refuses to buy new ones.

You sigh, plopping down into your couch, making the TV controller shake, and your seat to groan in a pain equal to yours. The light of the Television, silver screen shining on a messy room, with clothes hanging around and a console controller with broken pieces and loosened up keys that had seen better days.

Your eyes just glance over it, the reporter talking, the dumb-ass planet background that spins behind him, the many words that roll under it—the view of your fucked up room just makes you sigh, remembering you of your lonely and pity existence. You quickly grab the controller, just to slam the OFF button, shutting the image finally just to leave you finally alone with your mind—but of course, you just pick the phone up to start watching videos on YouTube.

Eventually in less than 10 minutes you lose yourself in a video explaining the lore of fucking Chris-Chan, because it was funny. Eventually halfway into it, a notification from the app called "Mal0" appears—the damned app you downloaded thinking it was gonna be some funny Talking Tom copy you could beat the shit out of, but instead it was a virus that sent you fucking weird creepy images of you and some furry, wolf skull head creature behind you.

It also freaked you out the fact you were having nightmares of that thing, or even seeing it out of the corner of your eye, but it quickly vanished. Sometimes in dreams it seemed to even talk, but you always woke up instantly as its jaw opened, but you just saw it as your brain fucking with your paranoia. You just swipe the notification, returning to the video as you sigh—before the sound of a loud CLANK coming from the kitchen, clearly a pot. The big one.

You reluctantly lift yourself off the couch, maybe it was a cat? Or just the wind or even destiny decided to fuck your day even a little bit more after work. You walk dodging socks and some other stuff, before stopping right at the door, seeing the potted plant exactly fallen in front of you as the dim light of the other room barely gets through the kitchen's dark, and empty darkness. You reach to pick it up, before you see a pair of feet, again, out of the corner of your eye. You rotate your head in less than a second with an audible SNAP of your neck, somewhat making the figure clearly standing there startle slightly (as you intended).

You were ready to slam the pot on the head of the stranger that got into your kitchen to drop a pot, before your eyes finally adjust to the darkness and the moonlight of the window to finally reveal the figure—a startled, shocked and tall skull-headed furry, covering itself with its arms like a startled tarantula in a fighting pose. It was THAT skull-head, edge-lord looking furry from the app.

Before it chuckles nervously, finally realizing it's you, and it was clearly different. Their leg slowly goes down, making its curvy figure shake slightly, hips wobbling nervously as it raises a claw-like hand to waggle it with an awkward but at the same time eerie smile, the glowing eyes making it worse. "...H-hi....Want to make Mac-N'-cheese together?..."