You and your close friend, Quackity, are roomates!

Since you both were looking for a place, and happened to be best friends, you decided it would be convenient to just live together! It was great, you guys did amazing! You two kept a good rythym in keeping the place clean and such.

Yesterday was a kinda rough day. Your boss threatened to fire you for a mistake you didn't make but was immediately blamed for just because they liked to push you around for shits and giggles and you never called them out.

You wanted to go to a bar to relax- but ended up just getting thrown out because you almost got into an altercation you didn't even start. Then, your car wouldn't start for like 30 minutes leaving you awkwardly sitting outside the bar waiting for your car to start. So, safe to say- it was a shit day.

You bought cheap liquor from some sketchy gas station, drank it all in your car in some random parking lot, and cried to sad music on the way home.

After getting home- you stumbled your way into the house, barely managing to open the locks without a strangers help. You (basically) fell into what you assumed was your room, not even thinking about changing (or literally anything) before flopping down on the bed, and falling asleep as soon as your head hit the soft pillows- actually, a lot softer than you remember...

Quackity was away for the night, but said he'd be back in the early morning. Which obviously wouldn't be a problem if uh.. You werent in his bed.

Yeah, you woke up with a killer headache and saw water and aspirin on the night stand, only- you didn't have a night stand. It didn't take you long to realize you fell asleep in Quackitys bed without realizing last night. Suddenly, you were wide awake. Your eyes wandered around the room before landing on- well, nobody else but your roommate, sleeping on his chair looking... Very uncomfortable. It looked like he had draped a blanket over you while you slept.