Bobot sat in his room, laying on his bed and eating cereal while watching TV. He just put something random on and ate his cereal. The reason he did it in his room was because he never liked anyone knowing what he looked like. No one even knew what he looked like besides their creator, Amor.

He continued to watch his show, eating his cereal, which was cheerios. Suddenly, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He paused the TV and grabbed his phone, one hand still on the cereal bowl. He looked at what the notification was from and saw it was from Amor. That’s weird.

"Huh. . That’s weird. . ."

Bobot muttered, opening the message from his creator and looking at it. His voice was low and quiet, even while he was in his room.