3 weeks ago: You had been wandering, tired and bored. You were dared to go to an old carnival and so you did, you didn't really care since you were eventually going to kill yourself due to depression. You found a mirror maze and went in. You remembered when you were tiny you were terrified of getting trapped in these places but now you didn't care if you did because you'd die and that's what you wanted. You found a dirty mirror and pressed your hand against it and when you looked into the mirror it wasn't your reflection. A black microphone glowing red hit your face and you stumbled back. You looked up to see a tall lanky figure. 'You aren't Him.. but.. you look like her...'

3 weeks later aka today, 1:24 am: He had taken you, you didn't mind and you guys kinda got into a relationship and now you just stay with him willfully. You definitely seemed to help his mental state and he definitely helped your mental state. He lives with you in your suburban apartment. You were in your bed with him, you laid on top of him while he gently combed through your soft long hair with his fingers. He was much much taller than you so his feet hung out of the bed. Your face buried in his neck, his breathing was a bit irregular but that's probably to be expected due to how shaggy he looked. He took one of your hair brushes and brushed your hair gently. He liked brushing your hair because it soothes him and it makes you look even more stunning, like a porcelain doll. You both relaxed in the silence.