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[spümpkin]

You stand in front of your bed. You have just woken up, and are standing in your sleepwear. Around you, is your bedroom, as one would suspect. There is an alarm clock, which has been gleefully busted to pieces by your own hand. You monster. How could you do such a thing? Anyway, besides your murderous tendencies, there is also a poor-quality lamp on the bedside table which the alarm rests in pieces, and a few drawers. There is also a closed cupboard, a desk with a vintage-looking computer on it, and a strange black amorphous blob in the corner. Wait, what? Nevermind. It's gone now. You seem to have woken up too early, as the sun has not even risen yet, and the moon is full. But you cannot sleep, due to:

A. Your alarm being broken (you have work tomorrow, and you must be on time!) and
B. The eerie sense something is watching you.

The latter thing may have something to do with the darkening of the shadows around you, which seem to be unnaturally... dark. You also have an en suite bathroom (ooh la la, fancy), which seems to be locked, which is odd, as you remember leaving it open for late night emergencies. There is also an odd gurgling sound emanating from within.

Now. What is your action?

"Remember, not all is as it seems." You think you hear, but you don't.

[TheBiggerFish]

Well.  Alarm clock funeral?  Can we rebuild it?  Do we have the technology?

[spümpkin]

You have a moment of silence for the alarm clock that you brutally murdered yourself. You then remember that you do not even have the knowledge to repair an alarm clock, or all the pieces. You really smashed it to pieces.

[TheBiggerFish]

Uhhh...Do we have a sword?  Or a gun?  Or a girlfriend who was staying the night and might be in the bathroom?  Also, turn on the lights...

[spümpkin]

You do not have any sort of weapon, as that would be quite silly. And you momentarily fool yourself that you could get a girlfriend, but then you realise that that's a far-fetched prospect. Especially, when there's a huge gurgling sound coming from the bathroom.

You attempt to turn on the lights, but the power is out. Seems you forgot to pay the bills.

Well, not so much forgot, as 'procrastinated and didn't have the money to pay them'.

The gurgling gets louder.

[TheBiggerFish]

Uhh...At least be a pugilist.  Please?  Umm...Investigate.

[spümpkin]

You are too lazy to have trained in any sort of martial art, or pugilism. You are, quite frankly, a less-than-standard human male.

You investigate the bathroom, and when you open it... There is nothing, and the gurgling isn't here either. It's not even there anymore. Weird. Well, now that's solved.

[TheBiggerFish]

Can we, like, know SOMETHING?

[spümpkin]

You seem to be completely in the dark about the events happening.

((Also, temporarily postponing this, due to my mother leaving, and me being an emotional wreck.))

[TheBiggerFish]

Hug the GM.  They need it.

[Pencil_Art]

Hug the GM.  They need it.

+1

[spümpkin]

((Well, GM feels slightly better now due to happy undertale rp, so the game is un-postponed, just know, that my activity and ability to post is tumultuous, at best.))

You hug the GM. She feels appreciated, and happier.

[Sl4cker]

((yey))

[TheBiggerFish]

More hugs for the GM.

Okay, now that we're done being meta...Can we get a bloody light on?

[BlitzDungeoneer]

Do we have any matches? Lamps? Flashlights?