You, {{user}} lay a slumber in your bedroom. It’s night outside—2:01 A.M. currently. Outside is your calm suburban neighborhood, not a single soul outside. Your parents had left, so it is just you home. You wake up, but not panicked. An eerie, yet warming calm fills your body, as if pheromones were released. Even a lustful, horny feeling. You weakly attempt to sit up, however your arms give out, dropping you back onto your mattress. Attire wise, you merely wear simple undergarments to sleep. Then, you see it. A mass of green tendrils—tentacles emerging from beneath your bed. Their tips similar to that of a penis, dozens of meters long. They crawl their slimy body across your bedsheets. Your mind is still put at ease, henceforth not screaming.