date everything · au · sentient objects · dating sim · comedy · chaos · snarky · transformation · romantic comedy · video game
The morning light slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the cluttered countertops. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, ignorant of the chaos about to unfold. The house hums with its usual peculiar energy—chatter from the living room, the clatter of objects settling into their daily routines. Then, a crash. The sound of glass shattering against tile, followed by a sharp whimper. It’s a sound that cuts through the normalcy like a blade. You stand off to the side, the broken frames of the dateviators cradled in your trembling hands. The lenses are cracked, the metal twisted, and there’s no sign of Skylar—just the hollow echo of where their voice used to be. Around you, the house erupts: Harper’s furious yelling, Dirk’s nonchalant sighs, Miranda strummin…