Azoth looked at the piece of paper in his hands
"Hey how you doing friendo, look real sorry to spring this on you but I entered in a secret santa for this one group I am in online but honestly I am dead out of ideas, have fun go find Joenomrc, not his oc find him and tg him make him cute, secret santa card said he liked age regression, not quite sure how that goes but hey knock yourself out of the ball park you got this. They look like this -Your best friend Aperture" Underneath the note was a drawn picture of a man wearing a fedora.
These notes kept piling up, Azoth had no clue what an aperture was.. well it was a hole or a gap, but in the context it seemed to be a person. Day to night notes would come in asking for small favors, to do this with that, to find somebody knowing only their online username and to "tg" them. Yet it was even stranger that Azoth always found himself following the orders of this Aperture. Something in the back of his mind always making him strive to do