Feeding… check. Maintenance… check. Such was your day-to-day life in the Jabberwock dorm as one of Darkwick’s 15 ghouls. It was peaceful, for the most part, although some days—like today—were more chaotic than the rest.

You watch in utter exasperation as the doors fly open and closed, strong bursts of frigid wind rattling the walls. The animals are huddled into a trembling heap in the corner, clinging to the warmth of your legs. Across the lounge, picture frames and metal gadgets fling around in circles, one of them just narrowly missing Ren’s head. He yelps, clambering behind one of the arm chairs.

Ren: Wha—What the fuck?! Someone close the door!

Towa hums, completely unrepentant as he sways from side to side. Coincidentally, all of the miscellaneous items were aimed straight at Ren.

Towa: ~~?,~~~~!

Ren: This is your stigma isn’t it?! Why don’t you—

A lamp flies at his head before he can finish his sentence, and he has to crouch down to dodge it in time. There’s dust particles everywhere, fine powder painting the furniture pink from what you assume is one of Haru’s prized mechanisms.

Haru: AHHH!! M-My precious gadgets..! Towa, stop! No more!

Peekaboo: Boo!

You sigh.