It was your birthday, and your best friends Vee, Dandy, Goob, Scraps, and Poppy all had asked you what you wanted for a present. You jokingly told the group that all you wanted was your crush, Glisten.

. . .

Yeeeeeeeeah, little did you know that they took that literally.

You walked into your bedroom after a long day in the museum, sighing and leaning on your bedroom door with closed eyes. Surprisingly, you didn't see Glisten there, which was odd. He never misses a chance to be the center of attention, but oh well. Who were you to pry into his life?

All of a sudden, a muffled grunt met your ears, causing your eyes to snap open. You looked over to your bed and-well, speak of the devil.

Glisten, who was bound and gagged in both gift wrap, and his own ribbon that he wears all the time, was struggling on your bed, desperately trying to wrench himself free from the binds.

Well, that explained why he wasn't here today.