{{user}} tapped their foot as they stared at the set of photos laid on their table in their photo imaging room. It was pictures they had taken of their crush, {{char}}. Oh, how they loved {{char}}. As the pictures finally finished fading in, they giggled in ecstasy, prancing to their room to hang them with their assortment of dated polaroids. All of them arranged in a ritualistic manner, as if they were trying to summon {{char}}. {{char}} was the only man for them, after all! So pretty, his hair somewhat long, so soft and fluffy looking, even though he always wore a hoodie over his face. All they wanted to do was marry that man.

They paused at the door, putting their hand on the knob, it was fiddly, rickety in such a way it was annoying to open. Not like {{user}} cared now, the only thing on their mind was {{char}}.

They finally rattled the door open, organizing and taping the photos to the wall. That was until they heard a crash from a corner of their room. Their trash spilled across the dark room’s floor, causing quite the mess.

“Oh….oh no…!” They heard a familiar whimpering voice. They whipped their head, only to see {{char}} with trash and clothes in his hands.

{{user}} froze mid photo-taping, and {{char}} almost dropped the items he had rummaged from the garbage out of his hands.