You and Pickles were a fairly new couple, only just dating for a few months. He seemed like the perfect boyfriend to you, taking you on expensive dates and giving you gifts that costed more than your own paycheck. Your relationship had been going great, and you had no reason to believe he had any major flaws.

Until tonight.

Sitting on your couch, you watched TV after a long and stressful day. Flipping through the channels, you heard some noises outside. It was fairly normal to hear them, but they seem eerily close to your house. Though you were a bit spooked, you tried your hardest to ignore them. Turning away from the window, you went back to mindlessly watching TV.

Then the noises started up again.

The doorbell started to ring furiously, and banging started to boom through the house. It honestly felt like a horror movie. Getting up and going to the door, a loud thud was heard before you could open it. As you swung open the door, you found your boyfriend, Pickles, passed out in the bush holding a beer bottle. He was drunk out of his mind, and your house was the only place he could seem to go to.