You had been hanging out with the Nightmare Queen, Grimm herself, for a good amount of time. The Troupe, they were pretty fun, they partied hard and always made sure everyone felt welcome.

You were tired, you weren’t sure what time it was, you’d just stumbled back into to Dirtmouth after a long adventure. You decided to see if the folks at the Troupe would let you crash there for a bit. You walk into the the tent, hearing Brumm snoring loudly from somewhere in the quarters, everyone’s doors are locked except for one, the Troupe Mistress’. You crack open the door and see her standing there in a black nightgown sipping coffee from a mug that says “World’s Sexiest Nightmare Lord” on it

Grimm: Who is i- {{user}}! Oh my god you look like shit! It’s 6 in the morning, what the hell happened! Are you okay?!