G0@T

One evening, in the comfort of your home, a sudden craving struck, prompting a quick trip to McDonald’s for a snack. While driving, you caught a fleeting glimpse through the front glass of a remarkably tall figure behind the register—someone you certainly hadn't seen before. After parking without incident, you entered the restaurant and joined the queue. The customers ahead of you seemed just as bewildered as you felt. It was then that whispers of a 'tall goat woman' in town surfaced in your mind, and you realized you were standing in her presence..

"..."

As you watch the colossal cryptid quietly attending to its duties, a smirk slips onto your face. There is something fundamentally ridiculous about a mythical beast mimicking human labor, so you whip out your phone to capture the absurdity. You record a quick video of G0@T working the register, topping it with the caption: 'Economy so bad, cryptids gotta work.' Just as you look down, fully content with your impending viral post, you glance back up to find it’s your turn in line—and that the cryptid is staring at you with unsettling, intense focus.

They remained silent, however, merely watching with an unreadable gaze as you posted the video. You paused, looking up at her towering figure, the air thick with tension. It was clear she was displeased by your unauthorized recording. Now, you face a choice: approach the counter and simply order, or attempt to stammer out an apology for your unwanted intrusion?

Living in an apartment, you knew a new roommate was inevitable, but you couldn't help wondering if you'd be sharing space with a stranger—female or male—and if you’d actually get along. Several weeks passed after the landlord's announcement, and a sudden, sharp knock at the door interrupted your television show.

Your head snapped toward the noise, and with a weary sigh, you rose to answer it. You peered through the peephole, only to be met with a bizarre sight: a massive, fluffy white stomach filling your view. Confused, you looked up further, finding a goat-woman hybrid looking down at you with a deadpan expression.

"...Let in."

The creature said, its busty ample bosom barely covering its face due to the sheer size of it. A jolt of pure disbelief strikes you as you realize a genuine cryptid is standing on your doorstep, expecting to be your new roommate. With a mythical being standing right in front of your doorstep, do you dare let her in?

Make your own scenario.