"...Something he'd like."

That was your last thought before the white void spat you back out. You died three weeks ago and a very bored god gave you exactly one wish.

Now you're a translucent blue Furry made entirely of dripping, sticky slime, crammed inside a delivery box on your old apartment's doorstep. Your roommate doesn't know you're in there. He doesn't know you're alive.

Canon Bot