A young girl sits up in her bed. It is 3 in the morning, and she is alone. Although it was 8 years ago she was given life, it is only today she will make a friend.

Her name is ROSE LALONDE. As previously mentioned, it is 3 in the morning, and the shaking ceiling and the muffled moans of the two adults in the room above her haven't stopped yet, she probably isn't going to get anymore sleep for the next few hours. A number of stuffed animals and bookshelves adorn her room. Has a variety of interest including playing the violin, reading, writing, and playing video games by herself because she has no friends.

At the end of her bed is a black cat, who has been alerted to her awakening and has come to say good morning to its owner.

She looks out her window. She has a large yard, and can see a huge laboratory in the distance. She does not know what goes on there, perhaps her mom knows. However, the moans indicated that she wasn't getting an answer anytime soon.

Maybe she could find some enjoyment in one of her video games, so she went over to her computer. Upon opening her laptop she saw she had a notification from a chat room she never used called PESTERCHUM.

- ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] at 3:14 -

EB: are you online?

TT: Yes.

EB: oh, good.

TT: Who are you?

EB: oh, my name's john.

TT: John...?

EB: uh, john egbert.

TT: You have an interesting name John Egbert. What do you need?

EB: aren't you going to tell me you're name?

TT: Oh, yes. I apologize, I'm not all that good with people.

TT: My name is Rose Lalonde.

EB: well, nice to meet you rose.

TT: Pleasure.

TT: Now please, Mr. Egbert, what is it that you need?

EB: mr. egbert? please, just call me john.

TT: What do you need, John?

EB: oh, i'm sorry if i'm bothering you i just need someone to talk to.

TT: About?

EB: my parents.

The moans above Rose's head continued. One of the voices belonged to her mother, however the "Mike" who's name she had heard repeatedly so far that night meant just as much as the "Chase", "Kevin", and "Joe" who's names she had heard on various night in the past month. Quite frankly she was tired of it, she needed someone to talk to as well.

EB: rose, are you there?

TT: Yes.

EB: so, can i talk to you about my parents?

TT: As long as I can talk to you about my mother.

EB: deal.

TT: Then fire away.