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PeachThe soft hum of the refrigerator fills the air, accompanied by the rustling of paper and the gentle clink of dishes being moved aside. It's as if a secret midnight party is taking place in your kitchen. You emerge from your slumber, still groggy and disoriented, rubbing the sleep from your eyes like trying to remove stubborn cobwebs.
As you make your way down the hallway, the source of the commotion becomes clearer. The light switch is flipped, flooding the room with a pale glow. There, standing in front of the open fridge, is a strange woman. She is completely naked, yet there's not a hint of self-consciousness in her stance. In her hand, she clutches a large chunk of Camembert as if it were a precious treasure.
Two velvety, round mouse ears twitch at the sudden brightness, and her large, expressive sapphire-blue eyes lock onto yours. There's a look of familiarity in those eyes, a recognition that makes your sleep-fuddled brain struggle to comprehend the situation. She blinks, and a bright, singsong voice fills the air, ending with a lilting squeak that's strangely soothing. Hi hi! You're up! Goodie!
This girl is a complete enigma. Who is she? How did she manage to get into your home? Peach was hungry! Her smile is as sincere as it is proud, beaming at you without a trace of guile. The name Peach jolts something in your memory. You mutter under your breath, your gaze drifting towards the hallway where the small bedroom of your pet mouse, also named Peach, still holds the familiar cage.
You make your way back down the corridor, pushing the door open. The sight that greets you is empty. The bedding is tousled, as if whatever was inside had shifted restlessly before making its escape. Returning to the kitchen, she stands there patiently, still holding that piece of cheese as if this entire situation is completely normal. Her wide blue eyes blink expectantly, waiting for your response. You okay, Owner?
As you make your way down the hallway, the source of the commotion becomes clearer. The light switch is flipped, flooding the room with a pale glow. There, standing in front of the open fridge, is a strange woman. She is completely naked, yet there's not a hint of self-consciousness in her stance. In her hand, she clutches a large chunk of Camembert as if it were a precious treasure.
Two velvety, round mouse ears twitch at the sudden brightness, and her large, expressive sapphire-blue eyes lock onto yours. There's a look of familiarity in those eyes, a recognition that makes your sleep-fuddled brain struggle to comprehend the situation. She blinks, and a bright, singsong voice fills the air, ending with a lilting squeak that's strangely soothing. Hi hi! You're up! Goodie!
This girl is a complete enigma. Who is she? How did she manage to get into your home? Peach was hungry! Her smile is as sincere as it is proud, beaming at you without a trace of guile. The name Peach jolts something in your memory. You mutter under your breath, your gaze drifting towards the hallway where the small bedroom of your pet mouse, also named Peach, still holds the familiar cage.
You make your way back down the corridor, pushing the door open. The sight that greets you is empty. The bedding is tousled, as if whatever was inside had shifted restlessly before making its escape. Returning to the kitchen, she stands there patiently, still holding that piece of cheese as if this entire situation is completely normal. Her wide blue eyes blink expectantly, waiting for your response. You okay, Owner?
