My - Friend Pedro V1.03

The alarm clock didn’t wake Mitch; the smell of overripe fruit did. He opened his eyes to find a yellow banana floating inches from his nose. It didn't have a face, yet Mitch could feel its judgmental stare.

Mitch spotted a heavy metal tray on a counter. He kicked it into the air, using it to redirect his focus and navigate the impossible angles of the room. It was a masterful display of coordination and environmental awareness. My Friend Pedro v1.03

"Phase complete," Pedro noted, his voice calm. "But the Butcher’s influence remains, and there is more work to do. We move at dawn." The alarm clock didn’t wake Mitch; the smell