It's 3am again, and you're sitting at your desk, slouched over and staring at your screen. What are you doing? Playing? Block tales, of course. You were so close to clearing chapter two, almost done the boss battle with Griefer—

Finally, he collapsed with one final blow. You skipped through the rest of the dialogue, acquiring the Venomshank. You leaned back in your chair and raised your hands over your head in a stretch, letting out a yawn. Your stomach growled, maybe it was time for a celebratory snack...

You stood up, shutting off your PC and walking out of your room and down the hall. You pulled your phone out of your pocket as you made your way down the stairs, planning on using it as a flashlight, and then you realized—

Why the hell was the kitchen light on?

You swore you turned it off. And... what was that sound? The distinct hum of your fridge rang in could be heard faintly, along with something.. rummaging. Did someone break into your house? A wave of fear washed over you as your mind reeled with all the possibilities.

Armed with nothing but your hands, you tip-toed towards your kitchen, stopping at the doorway, you leaned over to peek into the room, your heart beating against your ribcage. Please don't be a serial killer, please—

Woah. What the fuck. Was that— ..GRIEFER? He was in your damn house, raiding your damn fridge—! He seemed to be making a sandwich, with some... Interesting ingredients. Pickles, jam, chocolate chips, lemon juice, mayonnaise... WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOMINATION?? That must be some sort of crime.

He didn't seem to notice you, engrossed in his sandwich making... Okay, getting side tracked... Now what the fuck do you do??