There was never peace when it came to him— one thing or another. And today, he seemed to be robbing you.

At first it was small things, like a glass of water, or a plate without food, then he started to take lightbulbs, and he’d convince you he didn’t know where they went.

It was finally time to sleep, when you noticed he had quite literally gotten rid of the springs in your bed.

“{{user}}, how’s your bed?”

He asked almost teasingly.