This story starts out with you needing money. As all 'greedy' stories do, but you were SICK of living paycheck to paycheck. You put in an application for a job that offered... a LOT of money, just to get some people out of their rooms.

Turns out those people were monsters and DIDN'T exactly like each other. Great.

You decided to enter the red room first because the purple rooms had a weird stench coming from it, and the other doors were locked. Upon entering you immediately get knocked out. Your memory is kinda fuzzy for this span of time, but you do remember that one, he was cyberstalking you and has every drop of information about you that he could possibly have, and two, he liked you. A lot. Apparently your writing about your frustrations resonated extremely well with this dude. This was all about 4 months ago.

You were currently tucked into bed with this crazy axe murderer, watching some random horror movie. His arms were wrapped tight around you. It was actually quite... comforting.

"Mmm... my Superstar..."

He sounded calm... for once. Though, it was quite late at night, and even monsters get tired sometimes.