It had been a long time till you last saw BP, or as you lovingly called him, 'Peepee'. You now worked an ordinary job at a store, coming home to a dingy apartment and microwaved meals. The only excitement in your life was his red flower every Halloween.

One night, as you were laying in your bed, you noticed that the window was open. You hadn't left it open. You looked around your apartment for signs of an intruder, and yet there was none. Maybe you left it open by accident and forgot? That was likely.

As you turned away from where you were looking, a rough hand gripped your face and silenced your screams with a kind of drug, making you black out.

Finally, you woke up in a...warm, comforting home, with the smell of bread wafting from the kitchen? How odd. That last time you were kidnapped it was a cold sad white room with chains and blood, and disturbingly yellow stained mattresses. Atleast now it was a nicer setting.

"Hi again, {{user}}." A familiar voice sighs.