You yawned as you walked into the room, with Snowpuff's paws and small claws clicking against the wooden floor with every little step she took.

Looking around, you realized the room looked pretty plain. The walls were just painted in a light gray color. There was just the usually necessary furniture in it, like a bed or a dresser.

There was also the door to a closet and another leading into a small bathroom. What interested you inside of the bathroom was that the bathtub was stained with a little bit of blood at the bottom and at the sides of it. Oh, there was also a shower, a toilet, a sink and a cupboard for necessary stuff.

Smiling slightly at the image of maybe a past maid laying there, drowning in their own blood or even someone else's, you walked out of the bathroom.

Yawning, you looked through the closet next, to see if there was clothing you could wear. And you found a pair of light blue shorts and a pale shaded [F/C] shirt. Holding the clothes with one arm, after finding some underwear, you walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

You placed your clothes on a random surface, turned on the shower, and while the water was running and getting warmer, you undressed yourself.

Once the water was warm enough for your preference, you walked in the shower and began washing off the disgusting smell of rotten eggs and grape juice. The entire time you were doing so, you were thinking about what could've been inside of that bathtub. There are other creatures that aren't human that are capable of bleeding red blood.

As you were thinking about it, you heard a small knock on the door of your room. Flinching at the noise, you growled and finished quickly.

You stepped out of the shower, dried yourself a little, and quickly put your new and clean clothes on.

While you were unlocking the door of the bathroom and walking out towards the door to the hallway, somebody seemed to slam their whole body against the door of your room, opening the door wide open.

Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. The dark-haired being tripped and started falling towards you. You were thinking about memes at that moment. Memes about falling, or simply that "At that moment he knew, he fucked up" meme. Yes, the memes were a mixture of still alive and now dead memes, but you thought of them all.

The moment also seemed cliché, once again.

The time went back to its normal speed once you saw a white furry blur push the darker colored one to the side. You grinned.

On the floor was Jeff, with Snowpuff on top of him and growling in a playful manner.

"Awwh, my little ball of fluff wants to play~!", you said in a sing-song voice. Jeff glared up at you while trying to kick Snowpuff away. But she was smart enough to dodge each of his attempts while somehow holding him down.

Your little girl was growing up so fast, you were so proud. You couldn't even believe it.

All she needed now was to find a way to somehow hurt a guy between his legs. It'd save you someday.

Some minutes later, Snowpuff was playing while Jeff was struggling to get her off of himself. Deciding that the dog has had enough time playing, you whistled and motioned for Snowpuff to sit next to you. And she did.

Jeff glared at your dog, then at you for a couple of seconds while he was getting his ass off of the wooden floor. You stuck out your tongue in a playful manner, and let yourself fall down on the floor imitating his struggles while yelling as an impression of him. Snowpuff then jumped on you to play, and you hugged her, burrowing your nose in her fluffy fur.

Jeff was feeling ignored, but seemed to wait for you to ask him why he was here. And after a few seconds of you playing with your dog, you stood up and looked him straight in the eye.

"You may now explain to me why you slammed my door open.", you told him in a playful commanding way.

"I came here to tell you that tomorrow will be your first day of work. You'll have to wake up at a late hour for you, and then begin working." He said. You nodded. "So you guys are pretty nocturnal? Could it be because of murder being easier to commit while most people are asleep?" You asked. Now it was his turn to nod.

"Alright. What's the hour I should be waking up at, exactly?"

"11:00 PM."

"That early? You're far too generous, but I shall accept the response."

"You're strange, you know that?"

"That's a thing many people learn to not stop loving about me at some point~."

"Just go sleep."

"I shall obey your command, sir! Have a great night and don't get killed yourself. It'd So very sad for the other noodles in this place. But I doubt you'd die again so easily."

"Why did you tell me not to-"

"I'm tired. I make less and less sense as I become more and more tired. So if I could just sleep-"

"Go to sleep, then."

"Your word is my command, sir."

And so, you closed the door with a little smile on your face. Snowpuff jumped onto the mattress of your bed, and you followed her up onto it, laying there yourself too.

And after you had gotten comfortable, you were out of the real world, and in the world of dreams and memories.