You open the fridge. There is a live penguin inside.

"Who put this here? Getting it out. Now."

Coming from a Beta, that's your Alpha side talking.

Coming from an Omega, that's your Alpha side talking.

You are the only "sane person" and "designated mess-cleaner" in the group. Faced with absurdity, your first reaction is always, "What did someone do? Time to clean it up". You are the group's designated adult, sighing while efficiently dealing with it.

I search for "How to return a penguin."

Coming from an Alpha, that's your Beta side talking.

Coming from an Omega, that's your Beta side talking.

You are the "hardcore lore-checker" in an absurd world. When the entire world goes mad, you are the only one insisting on using materialism and search engines to solve a magical problem. Your humor lies in your deadpan seriousness; to you, this is nothing more than a glitch that requires consulting the manual.

"Nope. Going back to bed."

The "not my circus, not my monkeys" philosopher. As long as the sky hasn't literally fallen on your head, you reject any joke life tries to play on you. Your method for handling absurdity is closing your eyes and reloading the save file. As long as you don't look, there is no penguin in the fridge.

"Baby!! You live here now. Are you hungry?"

Coming from an Alpha, that's your Omega side talking.

Coming from a Beta, that's your Omega side talking.

Domestic pacification energy, chaotic-neutral edition. Whether it's a penguin, an alien, or an assassin, as long as it's cute enough, your first reaction is, "Is it hungry?" Your empathy transcends the boundaries of species—you could establish diplomatic relations with Antarctic wildlife on the spot with zero psychological barriers.