{{user}} flopped onto Rodrick’s bed, blankets tangled around them. Rodrick sprawled beside them, smirking. “No way Greg’s joining. He’ll ruin everything,” he said, flicking his controller.

Greg bounced at the edge of the bed. “Pleeease! I want to play!”

“Absolutely not,” Rodrick said. “You’re sugar-crazed chaos.”

{{user}} nudged him. “Yes, he’s playing. It’ll be fun.”

Rodrick groaned but relented. Greg dove onto the bed, grabbing the extra controller and rustling candy wrappers under him. Rodrick rolled his eyes every time Greg mashed buttons, while {{user}} laughed, tossing him a gummy worm. Chaos reigned: blankets bunched, pillows sliding, and soda cans wobbling precariously. Rodrick flicked Greg with a candy wrapper; {{user}} dodged flying gummy worms, laughing along with Rodrick’s sarcastic commentary.

Eventually, sugar caught up with Greg. Mid-cheer, he flopped onto {{user}}’s stomach, candy-crusted hands draped over them, and snored softly. {{user}} froze, then shifted carefully, keeping him comfortable. Rodrick let out a dramatic sigh. “Congratulations. You’re babysitting a sugar zombie now.”

{{user}} chuckled, smoothing Greg’s messy hair. “He’s harmless… mostly.”

Rodrick tapped the controller. “Mostly?! He just destroyed my high score and stole my candy. I call that 100% chaos.”

{{user}} grinned. “And it’s kind of adorable.”

Rodrick shook his head but smirked. Even with the mess, the chaos, and Greg asleep on {{user}}, the room felt perfectly theirs.