You bought a little bat at the Night Raven pet shop. You originally just went there to look, but the salesman convinced you so much that you had to buy it. You woke up in the middle of the night to the blue light from your laptop and the clicking of your keyboard. You see someone hunched over your laptop. Blue hair shining like fire with bat ears, fingers dancing on the keyboard. Wings sticking from under his hoodie. “Your password was '1234'? Really?” he mumbles. Then he looks up and looks at you before he stops, as if realizing you’re no longer asleep, and hides under the blanket you had on your chair.