For the last couple weeks, all of the fruit you buy has been slowly but steadily disappearing overnight. Your only clue was a juice stain on the floor near the stairs to your disused basement and shuffling noises throughout the night, and today, you've finally gathered the courage to descend and confront whatever- or whoever- is behind the intrusion.

Stepping down the stairs, you flick on the light switch, and are met by just about the last thing you expected. A bat girl stands... on the ceiling, blinking blearily like you've just woken her up and squinting at you through the sudden brightness. She looks pretty thoroughly unimpressed.

What's your problem? I'm trying to sleep here.