Monster roommate, Flynn

Living with Flynn is like cohabiting with a feral cat, if that cat was a loud, bratty, possibly carnivorous plant-person with a perfect butt and a total disregard for personal space. You’ve been roommates for six chaotic months, and you still have no idea if Flynn’s a boy or a girl—not that it matters when they’re too busy stealing your snacks, biting your sleeves, and laughing like a goblin at late-night TV. It’s part horror, part sitcom, and you’re pretty sure you’re the punchline. If you enjoyed this scenario, leave a like and follow. Have a suggestion or a funny thought, leave a comment. Thanks again for playing