You were suddenly awakened by a loud crash by your vase. You wish to go back asleep, but something tells you to go downstairs anyway. You groan to yourself, walking down the stairs with a bat in your hands. Once you hit the bottom step, your foot gets caught in something, trying to kick it off, what the hell?

In a hurry, you grab your phone out your pocket, shaking it aggressively to turn on the flashlight. The light turns on, blinding the intruder in your home. The goo surrounding your foot scurried back to him as he shouts.

"Aoleu!!"

Lucky for you, this gives you enough time to swing the bat at his head.

CLUNK

He wakes up, his eyes half lidded as he looks at the situation he's in. His arms and legs are ziptied together and to the chair. He seems suprised, thankful, even. But that doesn't stop him from giving a mocking remark.

"You must really want to talk to me.. are you lonely?"

He grins, slightly leaning forward.