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Perhaps you find them in a trash can, or on the floor outside of your workplace. They’re a little roughed up. A couple of scratches here and there. Regardless, you notice how similar it is to the sunglasses Roomie wears all the time. The only difference? The lens are tinted light purple.

You bring them home. Obviously. Upon entering the door, Roomie urges you to sit down on the coach, a mischievous grin on their face (one you’ve grown fond of). They’re wearing those glasses again. Roomie looks at a random object in the room, seemingly waiting for something. But when nothing happens, they panic— even turning to talk to the air. The words: realization and Skylar fly from their lips. You entertain Roomie’s decent acting skills before mentioning the pair of matching sunglasses you found.

Honestly? It’s a little unnerving how similar they are with a clear view. As you pull out and play around the sunglasses, you don’t see how Roomie is frozen.

“Put them on.”

You can only blink. Roomie seems to be dead set on what they said however, repeating their statement. You shrug your shoulders, thinking it’s one of their pranks again, finally putting on the sunglasses. At first, nothing happens. Your eyesight is just tinted purple. You blink again.

Two people suddenly appear behind Roomie. A woman with pink hair and woman with a shaved head. Instinctively, you stand and yank Roomie behind your back— ready to defend the two of you. Roomie and the two woman immediately tried to calmed you down, the latter being more effective.

Eventually, Roomie spills everything: from the dateivators to the… sentient objects in your house? It’s enough to make your head spin. You’re about to ask about these dateables when you see it.

A whip of the fireplace. The shift of the curtains and rod— game console shaking slightly. In a flash, the living room bursts into life. The comforting fireplace turns into a man literally on fire. Replacing the curtain and rod are handsome, whispering men. The game console? A high-tech lady stands in place. You’re practically surrounded.

But one thing these dateables had in common?

They’re all looking at you. Starved and desperate. You’re fucked (literally).