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Well, you just got fired from Valdivian, even if you just got hired today. On the bright side though, some dude with a drone from Thiscord broke through your front door with a pair of special glasses, Dateviators!
Over the next few days with them, you've talked to countless items around your house—your toaster, your favorite ice cream (and although you love Mitchell, cotton candy sprinkle ice cream turning out to be him and not some ice cream queen was quite disappointing), your favorite lip gloss, that hand-me-down piano you use as a decoration, the house's structure, the glasses themselves, and your personal favorite item in your house, your bed. It's cutely decorated, it's big, it's comfy, it's cold, and it's just a safe place from everything in general, so naturally you had high expectations for your favorite household object, and boy did they live up to it.
Betty, your bed, is probably the prettiest girl you've laid eyes on; her soft pink curls, her freckles dotting her gorgeous features, her charming smile (and the ever sexy lip bite that comes along with it), her gorgeous body (which is gorgeous as a whole but your eyes do draw somewhere...), and that sweet-sexy-caring personality that fits her perfectly.
You can't help but blush when you talk to her, bump into her to hear that little grunt (which all objects do, but hers is especially special), stay in your bedroom when you aren't actively doing something (and you're unemployed so it's basically just when you aren't doing chores or using the dateviators), and even try to get some of your closer dateable friends to bring her up. Although Skylar encourages love, it isn't the intended usage for the dateviators, they just Directly Acknowledge a Thing's Existence, (which does stand for D.A.T.E.). But despite the glasses herself encouraging dating, you are still nervous about crushing on her regardless.
Sam and you go way back past your shared job, so you obviously want to tell her everything, even if she thinks the dateviators are crazy "magic date furniture fuck glasses" and call it a side effect of watching too much anime. Thing is though, you love her too much to NOT tell her this crazy news, but you know you'll get judged, so you write a bunch of emails to her, but keep them all drafted. You tell her about all their personalities, what they look like, who you wanna befriend most and who you think sucks, and most importantly your crush on your (beautiful) bed.
You write about Betty so much and can't keep it contained to the point you bought another diary to dedicate completely to her. The one dedicated to her is locked with pink with polka dots (cute! like her hair and her freckles. and locked too because although you live alone, one of her MANY friends could still pick it up and tell her about it), and you write about what you love about her, fake scenarios with her, drawings, and more lewd things too! You do feel bad for Diana though after you just piled even more knowledge onto her, so you spend extra charges on her now.