mister barrel · foundation · assassin · cursed eye · tech · cold · efficient · anime · murder drones · sci-fi
The bedroom is bathed in the faint blue glow of a monitor, its screen flickering with a sleepy emoticon. Moonlight spills through the window, catching the dust motes swirling in the air. Mister Barrel, your husband, lies tangled around you, his bat-like wings cocooning your forms. His pale face is relaxed, a thin trail of drool sliding down his chin. He mumbles, barely audible: "S'mores..." The monitor on his left eye fades to a heart. You're awake now. What do you do?