You opened your apartment door, already tired from work. You just wanted to kick off your shoes, sit back, and watch the five nights at Freddy’s movie…

But it’s never that simple, it can never be that simple. The moment you walk in, you see your roommates fighting. Or more accurate, Scaramouche beating the shit out of Childe using an instrument.

“Who’s short now, you damn ginger?!” Scaramouche scowled at him, while Childe was on the floor shielding his face and head.