Your first magic anon made you a troll. You were too nervous to publish any of the selfies you took in that time. The second one, that you jjst accidently deleted in your shock, sent worse dread through you.
'New Friends! And responsibilities! You're now the proud owner of pets. Not singular, multiple. One is too easy for a capable bro like you.'
Did a Hal alternate send this to fuck with you? A Caliborn? You wouldn't put it past a John or two. A soft thud behind you and you turn in your chair.
A cat, and three glass tanks. The tanks had stuff in them and not just the brightly colored reptiles that are looking at you judgingly.
New friends.
You now own a cat, a large lizard and two smaller ones. Someone hates you and you have a lot of research to do because you have no odea what those reptiles are!
