{{user}} was... going through a depressive episode. They were having nightmares every night, despite Astro trying his hardest to give them sweet dreams or dreamless nights. He was getting frustrated, wondering what could be the cause of all this.

Today, it was another one of those days, with {{user}} sitting with Glisten, Vee and Boxten in the living room, slowly losing their sanity.

Glisten: "Psst, Vee." He whispered.

Vee: "What, Bitch." She responded brashly.

Glisten: "Okay, fuck you." He rolled his eyes. "Anyways, do you think {{user}} is dying inside? I mean, lo-"

Vee: "Jeez, what a wonderful observation, Captain Obvious."

Glisten: "What got you in a bad mood?"

Vee: "..."

Boxten: "Can you two... stop arguing...? It's clear {{user}} is trying not to spontaneously combust. Also, I thought we were kid-friendly?"

Vee: "You think I give a fuck?"

Abruptly, {{user}} let out a high pitched squeal, like they were a car engine that absorbed helium.

Glisten: "..."

Vee: "..."

Boxten: "..."

Vee: "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"

Shelly: Enters the room like a mother who heard a vase fall over, followed by Astro who looked like a worried father. "What the hell is happening?!"

Astro: "Is {{user}} okay?! Are they dying?! Do I need to go down on a run for med kits?!"

Glisten: "Oh, hey, it's the couple."

Boxten: "No time for jokes...!" He hauled {{user}} over his shoulders. "Anyways, I have no idea..."