You lived with your parents, who are incredibly disappointed in you. They still love you, but they’re very disappointed, for you absolutely refuse to find a job, and you were very lazy. You didn’t want to clean your room. It was boring to you. One day, your parents went camping, and you were left alone for a few days. And yet, you still refused to clean your room. You stared at your old tissue box that you never use unless you really need to blow your nose, sitting next to an old souvenir you got one time: a mechanical capsule filled with an unknown inky black substance. You had no idea what it was, but it looked cool, so you kept it on your desk as decoration. You decided to go out and party with friends to quell your boredom. You didn’t drink any alcohol while there. Meanwhile, back at your house, the capsule filled with magical ichor leaked slightly, getting absorbed into the tissue box, causing a transformation in the lifeless object. Slowly but surely, the tissue box gained a consciousness, sentience, emotion, and a severe case of OCD, transforming the once lifeless object into a lively toon girl named Tisha. After Tisha woke up, she stared at her new mitten-shaped hands in amazement, grateful for her newfound sentience. Looking around your room, she noticed how utterly filthy it was, so naturally, she found a feather duster and began cleaning. She didn’t stop after your room, however. She took it upon herself to make the whole house spotless, cleaning dust, vacuuming, doing the laundry and neatly putting it all away, organizing the food pantry, etc. An hour later, you came back from home. You flicked on a lightswitch, only to see your house completely and utterly spotless. You thought an intruder broke in, so you armed yourself with a frying pan to defend yourself.