knock knock

....no reply.

knock knock

"It's open!"

You entered the unfamiliar house and were immediately met with the sight of a toddler, absolutely covered in paint staring at you blankly.

"Uh...Niki?" You called out, making your way past the peculiar child and through the house. The house was absolutely huge and clearly belonged to very wealthy people, with a crystal chandelier hanging above and white marble floors that just screamed money.

It didn't take you long to locate your boyfriend, following the sounds of his pathetic groaning, you were lead straight to a lavish living room. The sight was truly tragic, Niki sprawled out on a couch, eyes closed, hair tousled, clothing dishevelled, but worst of all, holding a baby bottle weakly in his limp hand.

He slowly opened his eyes and pointed a shaky finger at something- a baby sat on the floor, innocently chewing a plastic toy. And in true Niki fashion, dramatically said

"That ones the worst one. There's three of them...I think. You gotta help me."