Love Crafted

You wake up and smack your lips a few times, then turn over so that you can go back to napping. You don’t know what time it is yet, or what woke you from naptime, but whatever it is can wait.

A quick check of the room before you fall back asleep reveals something that wasn’t there before.

There’s a box, and it's floating before you in mid-air.

You look down to make sure Abigail is still napping next to you, and yes, there she is all bundled up against your side as is right and proper.

The box is still there when you look up, just a thin blue rectangle dangling in the air.

Well, whatever, you were napping. You try to go back to sleep, but there’s a noise like a tiny bell being rung that wakes you up. You stare at the box. It jiggles in time with another ring of the bell.

       

Congratulations!

Through Good Luck and Hard Work you have gained the Skill: Sleeping!​

       

You wonder what the box is on about. You are Dreamer. You’re the best at sleeping. You can’t say that you invented sleeping, that’s Uncle Hypno’s boast, though you think Uncle Azathoth might have been first, but still, you perfected the art of the nap.

The box has made you suffer enough. A pair of tentacles reach out to grab it. You are going to take the box and gently put it away. And if it does not listen, then you'll have no choice but to resort to eating.

Your tentacles pass right through.

Now that’s annoying. You shift a little, and the box shifts with you.

Ah, so it’s tied to your eyesight. Which means the box is in your eyes.

You find a nice barb-tipped tentacle and you pull your eyes out. They are nice and squishy, like grapes but more wet. Once you’re done eating your eyes, you... well, you don’t really need to close your eyes to sleep now, do you? Bonus!

Then you notice that the box is still there, floating in your sight even though you have no eyes.

       

Congratulations!

By persevering through immense pain your Endurance skill has risen by +1.

Endurance is now 10^802 (+1)​

       

What is this silliness? You huff as you grow new eyes, then use them to glare at the box. It thinks it can fool you? Hah! You’ll show it.

You start trying to grab it with different sorts of tentacles. Physical, physical-adjacent, imaginary, unimaginative, bureaucratic, and even Ancient tentacles do nothing, but you notice the box wiggling a little when you bring in reality-warping tentacles.

Your smile is feral.

       

A New Quest!

The World is in Peril! Only You and your Plucky Summoner Can Save it!​

       

Cute, it thinks it can distract you. You grab the box and pinch it with a pair of handy tentacles. Only they’re not handy, because hands aren’t nearly as good as tentacles at the best of times.

         

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You wrestle with the box a bit, then open your mouth and start bringing it closer. The box, probably realizing what you’re about to do, starts panicking.

       

A New Quest!

DO NOT EAT THE BOX!​

       

Your teeth chomp down with great satisfaction on the box and you chew away at it. It tastes a bit like glass and lightning and the sad loneliness of people who live in their mom’s basement. Not the best snack, but a snack’s a snack.

“Drea--mer?” Abigail mumbles next to you.

You put all of your extra tentacles away. “Go back to sleep, it’s still nap time,” you tell her before wigging about to find the optimal sleeping position next to Abigail. You slip back into your dreams with hardly a whisper.