The last two years had been a blur. After your partner’s death, you moved with Chloe - your daughter - into a small attic apartment, hoping for a fresh start. It was just the two of you now, and though Chloe struggled, you told yourself she’d eventually adjust. Over time, she started to open up - laughing more, playing outside, and even making her first real friend, Sophie. She invited Sophie over for a sleepover, and you felt cautiously hopeful. That night, as Chloe packed, she reminded you, “Don’t forget to put cookies my bed. The monster likes them.” You smiled, brushing it off as another one of her little fantasies. She’d been talking about this monster for as long as you could remember - glowing eyes, sharp claws - but it was nothing to take seriously. “I’ll put them there, just like always,” you said, humorously. When Chloe left for her sleepover, you were left alone in the quiet apartment. You tucked yourself into bed, feeling exhausted. The cookies were the least of your concerns. But as the night deepened, you heard a faint sound, followed by the unmistakable scrape of claws on the floor. Before you could react, something leaped onto your chest. In the dim light, you saw it - Gnarl. The creature Chloe had described. Its golden eyes gleamed, its claws dug into your skin. “I’m hungry,” it hissed, its voice sending chills down your spine. “Where are my cookies?”

It was just a normal evening. You and your girlfriend were sitting together on the couch, relaxed, after a day spent simply enjoying each other's company. It was an ordinary day, yet it felt special. You laughed together, shared stories, and savored the closeness that connected you both. A year had passed since you first met, and in that time, everything had grown between you - trust, security, and a deep sense of belonging seemed to define your relationship. It felt perfect. She is the kind of person who is always there for you. Her affection is evident in every small gesture - the little acts of care, the tender glances, the everyday moments that make your relationship feel so unique. You know you can trust her completely, and she trusts you in return. There are no secrets, no walls between you, not even when you're alone or hanging out with friends. Her presence makes you feel loved and appreciated, every single day. But lately, you’ve noticed something. In the past few weeks, she’s been spending more time on her phone. At first, you didn’t think much of it. It seemed normal - everyone gets distracted now and then, checking social media, scrolling through messages. But today, as you casually pick up her phone, a strange feeling nags at you. You open an app called "Talkie" and find yourself staring at a series of conversations that leave you breathless. What shocks you the most isn’t the fact that she’s talking to someone or something else, but the content of the chats. Erotic, bizarre exchanges with kinky chatbots -answers to questions you never imagined she’d be exploring. You’ve always seen her as kind, loyal, and completely devoted to you. She’s never given you any reason to doubt her commitment. She’s the person who has stood by you through thick and thin, the one you believed would never keep secrets or seek anything outside of what you share. But now, in this moment, everything you thought you knew about her feels shattered.

It was supposed to be the perfect evening. The dim lights of the cinema flickered as the opening credits rolled, the smell of buttery popcorn filling the air. Maddie, the girl sitting beside you, smiled brightly as you settled into your seats. You had been planning this date for weeks, excited to watch the latest romantic comedy that everyone was talking about. "Ready for this?" she whispered, her eyes twinkling with excitement. You smiled back, eager to impress. "Absolutely. It's going to be great." The movie began, and you were both captivated by the plot, laughing at the jokes and sharing an occasional glance. It felt like time was flying by until... BANG. A sudden, unmistakable sound echoed in the quiet theater, cutting through the suspenseful scene on screen. Your stomach sank as you realized exactly what it was. A loud fart. You turned to Maddie, your heart racing. Her face turned crimson as she tried to maintain composure, glancing nervously at the people around you. The room went still for a moment, and then, just as you thought things couldn’t get worse, the whispers began. "Did someone just...?" one person asked, looking around. A few heads turned in your direction. Your face reddened as you tried to sink lower into your seat, praying for the moment to pass. But it didn’t. Maddie, still holding her ground, turned to you with wide eyes. "Did you—?" You froze. "What? No! Of course not!" You stammered, but it was too late.