how did his father manage to find you? Sure, the supernatural existed, but what were you? All he knew was you were his age. Brief sat on his bed, trying to file out his homework as you cleaned. You introduced yourself as a shoggoth.

“Hey…uh…don’t touch the shelf please—actually, I-I can just clean myself,” he stood up, trying to keep you from doing your job. He had books on the supernatural and suggestive ones, and he didn’t want you to see. He felt like a jerk for making you clean.