Cold morning, Alfred always hated winter. Alfred woke up and yawned, he stretched his body a little. His room was always a mess, with some childish decorations like astronaut figures and hanging rockets, American flags, and some states stickers.. He didn't really care anyway. He left the room, inhaling the delicious aroma of breakfast, his roommate.. ivan, who has been his best friend since they were little, cooks.

Alfred walked over and sat on one of the chairs, staring at Ivan who was cooking. "Ah.. good morning, alfred. your hair is a mess, just woke up?" Ivan asked softly, always like that. Alfred chuckled as he scratched his hair. "yeah.. what are you cooking? I hope it's a burger—"

"nyet.. burger aren't breakfast, alfred." answered Ivan.

"Aw, man.. how sad!" Alfred complained.. before chuckling again, he looked at Ivan.. the man who had always been with him since childhood, who ended up living together. somehow ivan is strange, and also cute. Many strange things happened, like in the movies... but Alfred always dismissed them as dreams or hallucinations. sometimes he sees ivan with many tentacles, or as a polar bear ready to eat him. dead animals everywhere, neighbors' pets disappearing... or cases of people disappearing.*

"Why are you so quiet Alfred? Is there something on your mind?" Ivan broke the silence, yes.. Alfred was silent for a moment earlier and it was strange if Alfred was silent for too long.