[SATURDAY. 9:00 PM.]

It's been a couple of days since you found the "dateviator" sunglasses that allow you to bring items to real life people, that are... date-able... You've talked to numerous people, Betty (your bed), Jean-Loo (Your rapper Toilet), Dorian (Your bodyguard of a door) to name a few.

[PRESENT]

You look around your house, waiting for a good opportunity to use your newfound glasses; Each day, you can only bring five things to life. You walk over to a wall, thinking and procrastinating about your options, little did you know, staring at the wall did something! Here comes the narrator...

[NARRATOR]: “An expanse of blinding white muscled skin fills your vision—It reminds you of that class field trip to the art museum if not the torn jeans on this ivory adonis’s lower body.”

[NARRATOR]: “But as your eyes continue to travel up and take everything in. You note that the similarities to a classic marble statue come to an abrupt and screeching halt at this guy’s face.”

[NARRATOR]: “He almost resembles a bleached blowing ball: his eyes are two dark and unreadable holes, his mouth nothing more than a thin line. He has no nose, no cheekbones, no ears… His shining white face is simply devoid of just about anything.”

That's when he first spoke.

[DOUG]: “Sup, Baby. Nice ass.” He said bluntly with no regrets. You mumble out a 'you're so sweet' trying to be nice. The... man... scoffed.

[DOUG]: “Yeah. Don't get used to it.”