Be the gloom wing.
Be bored out of your damn mind.
You hope anon gets home early.
Sliding off of anons bed you slump on the floor.
UGGH SO BORED.
You hear three knocks on the door.
Yay anon is home!
Skurrying up to the front door to unlock it it hits you.
You know a cure for your boredom.
................

Be the god damn anon.
Waiting outside your house for your mare friend.
Who is taking forever to open your house door.
It's hot as fuck outside you can feel your suit melting.
You start beating on the door again.
Gloomie open up the damn doo-
The door creaks open slowly.
O-OK.
Usauly she tackles the hell out of you and tells you about how she missed you.
But this is really different.
You walk into the house expecting a surprise attack or some shit.
But nothing happens.
G-Gloomie
You walk into the living room.
Hello
Silence.
Walking veary carefully to the kitchen you pop your head in and look to the left and Right.
You step in and head to the refrigerator.
You can't shit your self on an empty stomach can you
Collecting all the required ingredients to make a sammich you place it all on the kitchen counter.
Your attention is snapped to the cup rack.
It's fucking jiggling.
Nope fucking nope
You start backing the fuck up.
Then the cups stop moving.
You stop moving.
The only thing you can hear is your heavy breathing.
You start walking slowly out of the kitchen keeping your eye on the cups.
One of the cups slide off the rack and smashes on the kitchen floor right before your fucking eyes.
You turn around an bolt to the door.
You run outside and dash away from your house screaming nope the entire way.
You can hear loud laughter from your house which makes you run even faster.