A girl walked into her room and saw two men sitting on the couch singing to "hatsune miku songs to feel old and nostalgic to | 2007-2011 | a playlist". "What the hell?" The girl thought out loud. The two men turned to her and they just sat there. She stared back. ...

A few moments pass and the girl was still there. She finally got back to reality after playing Tetris in her mind because it was her natural instinct to after standing still for too long as she usually played Tetris in her mind while waiting in line for the limited goods the cafe next door usually sold. She noticed the men went back to singing, but this time, they were singing to "vocaloid songs that make you feel like a badass villain with a tragic backstory | a playlist". She finally stepped out of the room and checked the room number: 941 She checked her room number again and saw that the 9 had an underscore above it, so it was actually 6. What a dumbass. The girl walked to the correct apartment room. ...

The girl finally arrived at Room 146. It smelled like newly made nendoroids that just came from the factory. She flopped on her bed and fell asleep. ...

She awoke to shitty nightcore songs being blasted from the room across her's. She slid a bomb underneath the door and pressed a button. The room, as well as the people inside the room, exploded. A smoke alarm went off. Everyone evacuated the apartment building. Only her, a dude, and the two men were left in the apartment. The men were still singing. She could've sworn she heard one of them sing, "I BUY SAUSAGE" but that was probably just her shitty ears being a jerkass.

The men finally stop singing. One of the men left, taking the 6-foot Futaba with him. The end.

6-foot Futaba body pillow*

Wow, that was fast.

Were you refreshing your page waiting for me to upload or something?

Is “very random and unpredictable” supposed to be a compliment or complaint?