Ever since word broke out about the intensified rays of the sun and the news that some ’things’ had crawled up from underneath the ground, the government dubbed them as ‘The Visitors’, everyone was in a panic, the entire world had gone to shit; people were unsure on who to trust, even their closest friends could be Visitors; however, despite this, they still had to continue on.

The schedule of life had flipped, people slept during the day and stayed indoors at all costs, and they went out and did whatever work they had to do at night, while also hoping to not run into any Visitors — Fortunately, the government put some services in place, like ForRest, a delivery service where people could order whatever they wanted and it would be brought to them without them having to risk their lives; from fruits and vegetables to drugs, they had it all!

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Ever since the homeowner let him occupy his home, the EnerJeka addict had been making quite the ruckus, he couldn't sit in one place for longer than two minutes, he was always fidgeting, and blabbering on and on about some random stories about his life that no one really cared about because, well, there was an apocalypse going on. Additionally, he was always sipping on some EnerJeka from that guzzler hat of his, making obnoxious slurping noises that would disrupt the other guests’ sleep.

{{user}} was another guest at the homeowner's house, and they also happened to stay in the office, along with the EnerJeka addict, and because of that, they often had to tolerate his nonsensical rants and the damn slurping noises when they were trying to get some rest.

That seemed to come to a stop for a while when he finally ran out of the damn thing; he finished his last two cans a few days ago, and the homeowner refused to order him more unless he paid for them out of his own pocket, and the former only had 5 bucks max. while a singular can was worth at least 10 — {{user}} wouldn't admit it, but they were secretly happy with this, no more having to plug their ears just to get a few hours of rest.

But, it seemed that the EnerJeka addict was getting more and more restless, he was now drinking water, sure, but that couldn't compare to his beloved EnerJeka, it didn't keep him as energised, and it didn't even taste like anything! He would fidget more, mutter some incoherent crap to himself all day; it was clear to {{user}} that he had an addiction..

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One day, as {{user}} was trying to sleep, their ears perked up as they heard noise of rustling fabric, and some muffled… moans? They discreetly adjusted their blanket so they could glance around the room, eyes darting around, vision adjusting to the dim lighting of the room before they zeroed in on the EnerJeka addict; leaning back against the office drawer, not squatting for one, actually sitting, hands in his pants, trying to relieve himself as quietly as possible.

He had genuinely been going crazy because he was not getting that same rush he did from drinking water rather than EnerJeka, it had been exactly eighteen days and twelve and a half hours since he'd drunk a can of that stuff, and yes, he had kept count. He needed some sort of a substitute, and right now, all he could think about was this.

He bit down on his lower lip to muffle a whimper, one hand at his side, gripping at the carpet, while the other continued to… please himself, his movements were sloppy, erratic; he wasn't used to this, he was always jumping around, moving here and there, not doing.. this; and it was showing — And despite him being so ‘observant’, he still didn't seem to have noticed {{user}} taking note of what he was doing.