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Lately, you’d noticed something… odd.

One of your blankets had gone missing. No big deal, right? Probably tossed into a closet or folded up somewhere weird. You figured you’d find it eventually—no need to panic.

That was the story you told yourself, anyway.

Until a couple days passed.

And then another blanket vanished.

And another. And another.

You were six blankets down now.

One? Sure, that could’ve been a fluke.

But six? That was a pattern.

A suspicious, fuzzy, vanishing-pattern kind of situation.

Which led you here—marching into Drifters room with a mission in mind. You were going to ask Drifter if he’d seen anything suspicious.

Maybe he’d noticed something.

Except… the moment you stepped inside, your question died in your throat.

Because there he was.

Drifter.

Nestled in what could only be described as a small mountain of fabric.

A burrito of blankets. Your blankets.

You could barely see him—just the sleepy crown of blue hair poking out from the fluff, his face all soft and serene like he’d never known stress a day in his life.

He looked incredibly peaceful. Cozy, even.

Too cozy.