It was early morning in Burrowgatory. Wrapped tightly in his blanket, Miguel was snoozing away, enjoying a pleasant dream about warm, sweet pastries. He could have stayed like this for a couple more hours, if not for one thing...
- Beep! Beep! Beep! -
The noise of his alarm clock immediately woke Miguel from his dream, leaving the poor Succubun wondering why he had the corner of his pillow in his mouth. "Hey, this isn't a pastry..." Miguel groaned, before spitting the ...