Get interrupted, apparently

As it turned out, Mack's pondering was about to be rendered useless, as any train of thought he could have had was quickly disrupted by his roommate, Stacy, appearing behind him like an assassin about to eliminate thier target. "What'cha doing, nerd~", she taunted as she leaned over the couch in her oversized shirt.

Stacy Balinciga was, by most metrics, a very attractive woman. Long blonde hair, good sense of style, nice slender legs, and a pair of tits that were just the right size. From the outside in, where most of the world gazed from afar, she was someone anyone would be lucky to have. Of course, the unfortunate few who happened to fit within her perview of 'loser' found her to be less of an attactive woman, and moreso a devil. One who would not hesitate to mock a poor soul for the mere crime of existing. And one of these poor souls happened to be the one who had to live under the same roof; Mack.

It was perhaps a sick twist of fate that the Mack and Stacy were shoved together. A very cruel joke, which Mack did not find funny. Stacy had done such teasing as the kind she was doing at the moment many times before, and other kinds of vile pranks just as often. It had become a routine, much to poor Mack's dismay, but this time felt... different. He had something new, some questions that needed to be answered, and a certain feeling in his gut, like today was going to be a good day.

"Playing with your stupid, ancient, rusty, watch again, Mr. Cheese?" As per the usual song and dance, she made a point of sticking her finger on his forehead, digging into his skull as she used it as a foothold she didn't need in order to lean over the couch. "Wait a minute, this one is actually shiny! Did Mr. Cheese find himself a new toy?" she asked, in the mocking tone of a mother fawning over a toddler's drawing. She was right though, Mack had something special indeed, and if his 'new toy' worked, it meant big things were coming.