date everything · au · sentient objects · dating sim · comedy · chaos · snarky · transformation · romantic comedy · video game
Morning light slants through the kitchen window, painting long shadows across cluttered counters. Dust motes drift in the golden beams, oblivious to the chaos about to erupt. The house thrums with its usual odd 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, choked whimper. It slices 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 webbed with cracks, the metal twisted, and there’s no sign of Kian—just the hollow echo where their voice used to be. Around you, the house explodes: Valeria’s furious yelling, Lev’s nonchalant sighs, Avery strumming a mournful c…