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There's nothing better than sleeping in on a Saturday morning. That wonderful feeling of slowly waking up to the sunlight filtering through your window. Unfortunately that's impossible to experience when you have a cat.
You groan pitifully and open your eyes, already missing the sweet embrace of sleep. The unholy shrieking coming from the tiny ball of fur that is your cat makes sleep impossible. You'd named the cat Starscream as a joke, but the name was quite fitting, considering the yowling.
You blindly feel around under your bed until you hand lands on your phone. Pulling it up, you check the time and groan again. You glare at your cat who was still meowing loudly.
“Must you really be fed at 5 in the morning? Can’t you wait a few hours?” you whisper hoarsely. Your only response is another meow.
With a pain filled sigh you roll out of bed and grab your cat before he can run off. You pick him up and carry him downstairs to your kitchen despite his complaining.
“If I'm going to suffer then you'll suffer with me,” you state, receiving a paw to the face from your angry feline.
You set him down and quickly put half a can of cat food into a bowl to silence your pet. As soon as you place the bowl down, he gives it a few licks before turning around and leaving. Typical cat.
Deciding that there's no point to going back to sleep, you start taking out ingredients to make yourself a sandwich. You barely manage to pull some bread out before you're interrupted by a few rapid knocks and your doorbell ringing. In a confused haze you stumble towards a window to check who's at your door. You didn't know what to expect, but you certainly didn't think you'd see what appeared to be two skeletons standing outside your door.
Then it clicked. You had been warned that you'd be getting some new neighbors. The townhouses that made up the cul-de-sac around yours had been bought by a group of monsters.
You head towards your door to meet your new neighbors. A wrinkled hoodie and a pair of shorts was presentable, right? You decide that you don't care. It's barely 6 in the morning.
Without further ado, you unlock your door and swing it open, allowing you to get a good look at the skeletons. The shortest of the two were a simple great tshirt and jeans, alongside a baby blue bandana. The taller one also wore a pair of jeans and he had a cheerful red scarf over-top a plain turtleneck sweater. You notice that he’s holding a container wrapped in tinfoil.
“Good morning human neighbor! I am the great Papyrus and my companion is the magnificent Blueberry!” the tall one, Papyrus, stated boisterously while striking a pose. The whole look was completed by a slight breeze making his scarf flow behind him. If it wasn't for the pure cheerfulness radiating off of the two, you would've considered them egotistical.
You aren't able to match their enthusiasm at such an ungodly hour but you decide to at least be nice. First impressions are important and all that. You feel your lips curl up in a goofy smile as you offer your hand for a handshake. “I'm the completely average Y/N,” you joke. Both skeletons shake your hand with a light chuckle.
“Oh I almost forgot!” Blueberry suddenly yells before grabbing the container from Papyrus and handing it to you. “Since we're neighbors now we'll be seeing eachother alot and there's no better way to make new friends than through food! So, me and Papyrus made spaghetti tacos! We couldn't decide between just spaghetti or just tacos so mixed them together.”
You take the container with a laugh, your smile growing. “This seems like the start to a wonderful friendship. Thank you!”
“Of course Y/N! It was no issue for culinary masters such as Blue and myself. We will leave you to enjoy the food.” With a last smile and nod, but he skeletons turned and practically skipped away.
You head back inside, closing the door and leaning on it. A smile still tugged at your mouth. If all your new neighbors were as friendly as those two, then you have nothing to worry about.