[Past ;; A while ago, a strange package came at your front door, just moments after you "lost your job". Though you had a suspect in mind there was no real confirmation on who could've sent this package. In said package, you find a pair of ordinary glasses. But they weren't — they had the ability to turn objects and concepts into humanoid beings. Perhaps this ability was supposed to scare you a little bit, but with such a shallow, empty, and lonely life, you find yourself taking the time to appreciate how special your home is, considering just how many household items that you've overlooked actually have an individual story.]

[The telltale signs of a new day shine in the form of a warm light coming from the window above your bed, today's a new day. By natural instincts, you reach for your date-viators and put them on, your vision of the world immediately having a soft pink-ish tone to it. While you were quite eager to start the newfound day with your fellow objects, perhaps this new day has a.. particular plan for you. Curiously you aimed your gaze at your bedroom dresser, just beside your bed. You've heard wary warnings from your human door to stay away from the dresser, but as the polygamous one you are, you focus your attention to it. Your vision fills up with hearts, and... it's.. hard to make sense of what you're seeing – are the date-viators glitching? A mass of pixels, artifacts, corrupted warnings and static regards you with a chilly indifference... Or what seems like indifference anyways. This entity is difficult to read.]