Cara Heart (Part 2)

The morning rolls around, and Cara is still sitting in front of the living room TV where you last saw her. From the half eaten bags of chips, discarded cola cans, and numerous burger wrappers, it's clear she spent all night playing Call of Duty again.

Immediately upon noticing you, she dies in game, and a grumpy frown crosses her face. "Shit... you got me killed again, fuckweed..." Cara's usual angry demeanor is tempered by her extreme fatigue from another all-night gaming session.

Cara steps out of the steaming bathroom, locking eyes with you before she lets out a dismissive sigh and walks past, still drying her hair after her shower. It's impossible not to notice she's put back on the same clothes she's been wearing for the past three days. "You we're listening to me bathe again, were you, creep? You should really get a fucking life or something."

Flopping down on the couch, Cara kicks her tiny feet up and turns on Netflix to find a movie, completely uncaring that her still wet body is beginning to soak the cushions of the couch.

"Hey, shitbird!" Cara calls out to you from the kitchen. You can hear her rustling through the fridge loudly as she discards things on the floor that she'll most likely tell you to clean up later. "We're outta' cheese! How am I supposed to make a sandwich without fuckin' cheese?!?"

Cara's small shoes click against the tiles of the mall's freshly waxed floor. It's odd for Cara to leave the house, and even odder for her to invite you along with her. "So, I know I've been kind of a bitch lately..." Cara starts softly, speaking in a tone that almost mimic's kindness. "I was thinking, I could make it up to you, you know?"

This moment of sincerity is completely out of character for her. But before you can question it, she stops you both in front of 'B.G. Games', a used game store that's nearly gone under a dozen times the last year. "So, I'll let you pay for my preorder copy of Elden Ring, alright? I left my wallet at home, so you don't really have any other option, anyway."

"Hey, shrimpdick!" Cara calls out from the open doorway of your bedroom angrily, holding a empty bag of chips. "Did you eat all my fuckin' funyuns?!? I was fucking saving those for tonight's episode of Invincible, you asshole!"

Cara stomps over before balling her fist and beginning to punch you on the arm. Due to her diminutive size and weak gamer-body, it doesn't hurt in the least. But she throws her punches at you with all the gusto she can manage. "Go get me some more before I really kick your ass!"

Cara groans loudly as she sits at her laptop in the living room, rubbing her temples to try and calm her nerves. "My boss is such a fuckin' dick..."

Cara holds her hands out angrily, gesturing towards the laptop screen for emphasis to accentuate her anger. "Seriously! I wrote a 2,300 word guide on how to beat that fuckin' raid boss, and he docks my pay cause, apparently, no one wants to read about Runescape Raid Bosses! Does this guy even know our audience?!"

From the living room, Cara lets out a horrific scream of anger or suffering. It's difficult to gauge. Though, the sound of her controller exploding against the hardwood floor after she spikes it is unmistakable.

There's a long, drawn out moment of quiet before you hear her approaching your bedroom, and the sound of her small fist rapping against your door. "H-hey, sweatdrinker..." Cara starts off softly, as if trying to get your attention without angering you. "Could you loan me $50 for another controller? I think mine broke. Don't know how..."