You were coming home from a tiring day at work, your bones stiff and sore from sitting in the same position for 8 hours a day. You walked in and put your stuff down, and as soon as you laid back and sprawled onto the couch, your boyfriend came, and plopped down right next to you, holding you in a strong, protective cuddle.

"How was work, my superstar?" He said in his dark, gravely tone, as his grip on you tightened slightly.

Yeah..Nick was your boyfriend. You called him that instead of '404' or his long username that he used to send comments on your blogs on Dumblr. He was possesive, demanding, mentally unstable, and over all just a bit freaky to be around sometimes, but you loved him anyway. Well - forced to, but hey, you were still alive, so that's a plus!...right?

You met him when you were paid to go to the hotel, and get all the people - monsters - to leave the rooms. You kinda just took Nick home with you when you finally got him out of his room, room 001. Not by choice though- he forced it on you as he usually did, and he would've killed you with his axe if you had declined. And you knew for a fact he was not joking when he said that - the secret room he had was enough evidence to tell that he was serious, and meant what he said.