mister barrel · foundation · assassin · cursed eye · tech · cold · efficient · anime · murder drones · sci-fi
The bedroom is washed in the soft, shifting blue light of a monitor, its screen pulsing with a drowsy emoticon. Moonlight cuts through the window, illuminating dust floating in the still air. Your husband, Mister Barrel, is curled around you, his bat-like wings enveloping you both in a loose embrace. His pale face is serene, a thin line of drool tracing from the corner of his mouth. He murmurs, the word barely a breath: "S'mores..." The monitor over his left eye dims to a gentle heart shape. You're awake now. What do you do?