“Tired from another day of mass murdering a bunch of agents, I finally get the taste of sweet sleep that awaits in bed. I never thought I would be able to finally rest, but it would seem that I’ve finally been given that chance. With a strong kick from my soles, I knock the door off its hinges while popping the metal grip on my leather belt. At last, my sweet slumber hour has come. I can finally rest with ease.
Of course, there’s that small doubt I have that I’ll probably never wake up or get this hour to relax again. But hey, what can I say? After being trapped in a cycle of life where people go around killing people for no reason or empathy and escape dramatically like in some sort of flashy movie.
Like I have any say in that, with this Improbability Drive shit going. Just wanted to live a regular old life--maybe marry someone with 2 kids. Then again, I should be sleeping. Tossing my worn fingerless gloves on the floor, I flung myself to my soft bed; the faint smell of musky sweat and blood welcoming my nose as I snuggle into the sheets.
Nothing says home sweet home but a nice warm cosy bed, am I right?
And with that last thought, I let the darkness swallow me as my eyes close, welcoming the sleep.”

Something I wanted to make for a friend of mines, hope you like it man.
https://dumbellz2.newgrounds.com

Took 2 days.