You’re too relaxed in this enormous bed to abandon its premises… And if you do, it’ll be one and done. When will you ever get the chance to sleep in something this size again? Combining multiple beds into one pales in comparison to its greatness. No, you’re not leaving.

“I’m not leaving just yet…” You sink deeper into the sheets. “Don’t kick me out, Wilma.”

“…?! I-I’m not going to, I assumed from your manner of speaking that you were planning to go...” The Monstrous Wilma stretches the truth to save face.

“Assuming what others feel is vintage Wilma.” Chio chastises.

“That’s uncalled for. It wasn’t my intention, I’d never kick anyone out. Here.” Wilma helps you with your pillow, and stretches the bedsheets for you.

“Much better…” You’re at an acceptable level of comfort.

“Hold on, we’re not leaving for real?” Crossbill thought you were joking.

“Long day. Cooked a lot. Did the meeting. Need a little rest.” You admit. You’re planning the long game before fully delving into your real plans… to take over the bed!

“Sounds like a hell of a day, Manager. I can’t blame you.” Vortexia feels for you.

“You’re allowed to stay. It’s better than embarking on all of that nonsense.” Chio accepts your presence in the bed for as long as you want.

“…You only want him to stick around, don’t you?” Crossbill is unimpressed.

“Naturally!” Wilma smiles. This tomato is more blunt than the other one…

“He only wants a lil’ rest.” Vortexia is on your side!

“Well, we can’t be certain...” Wilma puts a cloud of doubt on the near future.

“Certain of what?” Crossbill doesn’t like where this is going.

“Is it just me, or is Johnny presenting similar symptoms as Chio?” Wilma is analyzing your condition.

“Oh no! It’s the same shade of red on the cheeks!” Vortexia doesn’t want this to be true.

“Overworking lowered his defenses, and he spent a lot of time with her. It may be contagious.” Wilma didn’t want to say it! “Am I wrong, Johnny? How do you feel?!”

Admitting you’re sick can backfire, but it’s a good excuse to continue building forces for your next strategic move to take over the land.

>>What do you do?

>Admit you’re a sick boy who needs to stay in bed.
>Reject the premise, tell them you’re only tired. Seize the bed at the earliest opportunity.
>Get out of bed to prove you’re fine. Wilma is talking nonsense!
>Write In.