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It was Halloween, the wind blew the red, orange leaves around. Cold air nipped at your neck. You pulled your large hoodie closer to your skin. You had business to do in town. Just getting your benefits check today. Rent, electric and food took priority. Leaving you only 75$ for other needs. People think it's a luxury to not need to work for your money. It's not. Even though you spend 500$+ on food, it never seems to last the full month. You can't legally work or the disability check will go away. You need that check for survivor. DSS seems to be behind in opening food stamps to those in need. You applied five months ago. Not a single call about it. 

You were thinking of spoiling yourself today. A pizza sounds good. It's been awhile since you had one. You decided to try out the new pizzeria next to the antique store. You stop and stare at the two shops. Both had Faz in their name. Faz-plex pizza, and Faz-oldshite. You loved the sense of humor the antique store had. You've never been inside it before. 

You opened the pizzerias door, a bell chimed in. A funny, gruff voice sang on the speakers. Deep like a rumble. A round bellied, older man with tanish brown skin stood near the cash register. He waved a greeting towards you. 

"Welcome to our Faz-Family! What can I get for ya?" The brown bear like man asked. You thought for a moment, 'why does he look so much like a bear?' You looked at him then it clicked. 'the uniform!' This older gentleman wore bear ears, a top hat and a bow. 

You smiled and took a look at the menu over head. It was an old fashioned wooden menu. 

"Could I get a medium, pepperoni, black olive, and onion pizza?" This would last a couple days for you. The old man nodded and charged you 12$ plus a free coupon for any one item from the antique store. 

"Oh! So you own that place too?" You asked. 

"In a way, my brother Goldie, owns the place. I'm Fred." He stuck the order on the line and rang the bell. A younger version of Fred showed up to take the paper. 

"My son, he's good at making pizzas. Horrible at other things." He laughed a jolly sound. 

"Love him to bits though." 

You giggle and looked at the coupon. 

"You can go though the door on the side. It'll lead right into the shop. Your pizza will take 25 mins. Plenty of time to look at stuff." Fred waved you off towards a door that was on the wall. The door was old and decreptic looking. Without a care in the world, you open the door and travel inside. 

Inside this shop were shelves on shelves of old stuff. It definitely didn't look this messy from the window outside. It was as if you went through a portal to a different dimension. You laughed to yourself. That would be impossible! The spooky season was getting to you. 

You looked around, eye ball jars, old type writers and dolls. A lot of dolls. One caught your interest. A skinny jester with a moon for a face, a night cap and bells around it's wrists. Spikes poked out of its spine and shoulders, it's mouth was sharp and dangerous looking. It looked mangled and dirty. It had red eyes, buttons? No, lamps? They glowed a bit. The doll was kept in a cage of sorts. You looked at it much longer than intended. 

"Does he terrify you?" A ghoulish voice asked. You jumped and looked at the man. He wore a golden bear suit. You assume it was a suit. 

Then you looked back down towards the moon doll. 

"Terrify, no. I think he's a cutie. Just needs a bit of cleaning up." The bear hummed at you. 

"I take it you have a ticket?" 

You stared blankly at the bear. Then you remembered. Reaching into your pocket you pulled out a ticket for a free item. 

"May I take this dolly?" You asked. The bear looked at the doll who had stared staring at him back. He accepted the ticket.

"I must warn you, this doll is possessed by a wicked demon who has been cursed by his other half. To strike fear I to those who possess it. Only ones true love, kiss will break the spell. Do you still accept that doll?" 

You blinked and smiled, "Ah, just like grams house. Sweet. Another demon friend!" This caused the bear to blink at you. 

"You make me very concern for your life." 

"You're sounding like my grams." 

you pick up the cage with your prize inside and walked backwards, staring at Goldie. You managed to find a way out of the antique store and back inside the pizzeria. Fred called you over with the box of pizza you ordered. You grabbed it and headed back towards your apartment. 

Your life wasn't the best, but at least you're finally living on your own. You had your new friend in your backpack. It wasn't that bad of a walk. Once inside the apartment, you sighed and placed the pizza down. Your neighbor was a clutter and gave you a table to borrow. They wanted it back if they ever left. You agreed to the terms. It was a nice coffee table. The pizza box was bigger than the table. 

You sat down on the large floral couch. You got it for free from a place that gives to the needy. They called it a love seat but it wasn't a love seat. It was larger than that. It could be a second bed. Your place wasn't that big and it didn't comply to the disable laws. The bathroom was a tight fit. The building itself must be older than the laws. There was less room in the kitchen. No pantry at all. 

You took out your dolly and opened the cage. Being super gentle with it. You scooped this doll up and out. You gave him another examination. 

"I think I'll call you Moon. You know dear, moons are my favorite." You talked to him like he was an old friend. He was large enough to cuddle with, but you needed to clean him. You placed the doll on the couch, you then got up to get a wet cloth. 

Feeling eyes on you the entire time, you shivered. It was just like Grandma's house. The constant eyes on you when no one was there. You shook it off just like you did while growing up. 

"Let's clean you up." You told the doll while crouching down with the cloth. You smiled when a layer of dirt came off easily. Your cat pounced on your back making you squeak.

 "Nightlight! Why would you do that?" You question the animal now on your shoulders. He mewed at you in response. 

"Fine, I guess I forgive you for marking up my back." 

You continued to clean your doll. Slowly removing its jester pants. They were so dirty you barely saw a pattern. Ten you took his hat and shoes. You left the doll sitting there naked. You placed the clothes in a small washer you bought off temu. While the washer worked it's magic, you began cleaning the lower parts of the doll. For whatever reason, you blushed as you gently cleaned the ken doll like anatomy. You felt the heat coming from this doll. As if it were embarrassed to be cleaned. 

Feeling the need to cover your face, you found a blanket and wrapped the doll up in it. It was a strange idea. Getting flustered over a doll. When you looked down at it again, it was staring up at you. The feeling of heat gone. The feeling of admiration filled the air. 

You got up and grabbed the DVD player you bought. It came with a screen of it's own. Being an idiot, you put on the nun. A horror movie that is known to give you nightmares. You snuggled close to the doll and laughed at the jump scares. It wasn't a reaction anyone should have. It was just how you react to spooky situations. Your pizza was yummy. You paused the movie and got up to get a Ziploc bag to put the pizza in. 

After the mini washer finished cleaning, you hung the clothes up to air dry. You noticed the blue color finally, the star pattern was amazing looking. You heard the movie start playing without you. 'Nightlight stepped on it.' Your rational brain told you. Even though your cat was still on your shoulders. Their claws digging into you. Are you a stupid person? Probably, but you survived this long. Some how. 

Peaking your head into the small living room from the bathroom, you see your doll watching the movie. You swore it moved to glance at you but you know that's not true. Dolls don't just move on their own. 

"Watching it without me? So mean!" You teased. Talking to objects were your own entertainment. As you hid back into the bathroom to empty the mini washer you hear the movie stop. 

Finishing your task, you washed your hands and sat back down on the couch. 

"I might have a few doll clothes for ya. It might not be your style but at least you'd be clothed until your clothes dry." You had a tote under the couch filled with doll clothes. Why? Because you're a weirdo. Pulling out the tote and opening the lid, you looked through it. Pulling up a pink dress. 

"How about this?" You asked, you could hear a growling. Looking up you tried to think what could make that sound. 

"Huh, I guess Nightlight is upset. Anyways this won't do." You looked through the tote again. You found a tiny nun outfit. Laughing you pulled it out. 

You dressed moon up in a nun outfit. 

"Perfect!" You booped the dolls nonexistent nose. You finished the movie and got ready for bed. Being a mess, you left the travel DVD player out. Removing your day clothes to put on your night shorts and top. You noticed the doll looking away. 

"How fun would it be if the doll was alive. Haha." You tend to say stuff like that. Walking out of the room, you grabbed your doll and treaded back towards the bed. 

"Time for beddiebye mx.dolly. don't eat my soul. My ass is fine though." You laughed at your own terrible joke. 

"Now no pulling a toy story and coming to life." You tucked in the doll besides you. 

You fell asleep at 8pm. The doll stirred and climbed out of your embrace. It sat away from you, staring at your form. It jumped off the bed and grew in size. Time flew by. 2am hit and on cue you opened your eyes. You saw a 15ft tall cyptic staring down at you with glowing red eyes. It's teeth sharp like needles. Still wearing the nuns outfit. It seems anything on the doll will grow to the dolls size. 

"Told you no toy story schneigans." You yawned and turned over. The look of disbelief written on moon's face. 

By 6am you finally decided to get up. Not remembering the night. You squeezed the doll as you stretched. Hearing your ankles pop. It was the best feeling in the world. You went to check the clothes and took them down. You redressed the doll in their normal clothing. 

"There we go, handsome as always." You yawned and got up to start coffee. Five scoops of medium Columbian brew. It does the trick. 

"Today I planned to clean. Check the mail and see if Ma calls. Exciting isn't it." You grinned, drama was nice when it didn't involve yourself. Having a seemingly boring life was perfect for you. 

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It was a boring relaxing day. Your discord friends chatting you up. Both two far away for you to hang out in person. 

BigCouff69: "you ever going on dates?" 

CrypticDollStar: "don't see why I should. I'm happy as is." 

CatTailWaggers: "Dicks right! You seem lonely." 

CrypticDollStar:" his name is Conner. Not Richard…" 

CatTailWaggers:"I know."

BigCouff69:" I'll set you up on a date with a friend I know in your state." 

CrypticDollStar:"fine, but if I get murdered I'm haunting you both. Bringing my doll with me to scare y'all 10x." 

CatTailWaggers:"no! That doll is horrifying!!" 

You closed out of discord and screamed into a pillow. Looking towards your doll. 

"My friends set me up on a blind date." You groaned. 

"I'm not interested in dating anyone!" You reached for the doll and held it close. Kissing it's head. 

"I'm usually lonely when in a crowd of people. However, since getting you Moonie, I haven't felt as alone." 

Moon felt your heart beat. Your warmth and your soft breathes. What were you doing to this demonic entity? Nothing to your knowledge. You sat up, feeling a strange cold, shiver rush up your spine and towards your neck. The doll watched as your head smacked down violently on your right shoulder three times. Groaning once it stopped, you rubbed the back of your neck. 

"I hate it when my neck does that. Still have no idea what's happening to me. Doctor doesn't seem to care enough to press it. Therapist is worried it's a seizure of some kind. Google says it's common when cold. I don't know." Feeling like explaining it out loud would help the growing anxiety that began to rise. 

Your phone dinged the notifications for discord. Your friend BigCouff69 sent the time, place to meet and so on. You sighed as it was tomorrow the meeting was set up for. 

"Why are they so interested in my love life. I think I'm asexual at this point. I'm not interested in sex. Maybe a good fanfiction here and there of my favorite characters porking each other." You laughed a bit. 

Your neighbor knocks on your door to ask if you wanted to go for a walk. She's an elderly woman who has a cluttering problem. Its nice to walk with someone so you agree. You picked Moon up and placed him in your backpack. Slipping off your hoodie and putting on your leather coat you felt almost ready to face the cold. A blue green chapstick sat neatly on the coffee table. You plucked it up and apply it to your chipped lips. 

The hallway outside your apartment was warm due to the dryers being used recently. It smelt so good. The adventurer knocked on the door that was across from them. Hearing their "come in" to signal their approval to walk in, you open the door. Two cats bombard you as you scoot in. The place looked better than you first saw it. You can actually see the floor. This apartment was clearly smaller than yours. You didn't think it was possible. 

"Our landlord kept asking about the rent. Saying I gotta pay on the first. I don't get paid until the third but I shouldn't have to pay until the fifth." Your neighbor vented. You didn't really understand but felt you should nod. Not really enjoying her negativity about the landlord. 

You petted her cats as she continue to get ready. 

"Carl looked through my window again. creepy guy." She continues.

"Why don't you contact the landlord? Tell her what's going on." You ask. Feeling your neighbor might just be a tad paranoid but who are you to deny what she claims? Just because you don't experience it doesn't mean it doesn't happen. 

"I don't know." She replied. 

You didn't know Carl anymore than you knew anyone else here. Just moving in a few months ago. 

Carl is an older guy, lives with his son and four pit bulls. From your experience with Carl yelling at the dogs, you figure they belong to the son. Carl doesn't seem to like the dogs. He fed the stray cats though. Hearing him yell at the cats at night makes you think he's just a angry person. Carl is the guy who takes the trash cans and recycling out. 

"Maybe you should ask him out." You tried joking.

"No, relationships and I don't mix. They always want sex and when they get it they complain that I don't do anything around the house. I do what I can. Brain damage and spinal injury. I can do so much. Plus the bladder issues." She went on. You nodded in understanding. You had some mental disabilities as well. Plus some back pain but never dare compare it to someone who needs a walker to help walk. 

"My friends are setting me up on a blind date." You tell her as you two leave her apartment. 

"Between you, me and the hole in the wall, those things never work out." You just shrugged as a response. 

"Never know, it might be a soulmate type of thing." You finally say as the cold air hit ya. 

As you walked your neighbor went on about the same things. 

"My aid didn't come over today. Her husband is so fat that she needs to go to three food parties and she still worried about what's for dinner. The kids are skinny, I wouldn't put it passed him to eat everything and leave them with nothing." You tried to ignore the body shaming. You don't know those people, the husband could very well be eating enough for four people. Or he just can't seem to get the weight off. It's common to be overweight and eat only three meals. Without snacks or binge eating. 

"I have no room to comment on others eating habits. I used to eat my emotions away." You chime in. It was partly true. You ate to feel whole, you ate the negative emotions away. You were always in survivor mode. Now you can be yourself. Free of those who caused your trauma. 

You enjoyed walking this time of day. No one else was around, less cars in the road. Little by little the complaining about others from your neighbor started to cause a headache. 'why won't she just shut up?!' you thought. 'she talks over me, doesn't think what I've been through matters, and complains about everyone.' 

You two reach the small convenience store and head inside. You question rather or not you want to continue this interaction. Then she offers some niceness. 

"Do you want a cup of coffee?" 

"Sure, Amy. Thank you." You prepared your coffee. Adding everything they offered that you enjoyed. Amy grabbed a sandwich and bought everything. Using her food stamp card to pay for the sandwich and credit card for the coffees. The two of you sat down inside. Amy used the plastic knife they offered here to cut the sandwich in half. She offered one side to you. 

"Thank you." 

You two stayed there drinking coffee as Amy ranted about her past. She even admitted to being a cam girl when she was younger. You had no opinion on the topic as it's not your life. 

"I'm expecting a bed frame to arrive soon. Would you help me? I don't want to continue sleeping on the floor. Crawling to the bathroom everyday." Amy asked. Pretty much guilt trip you. 

"Sure I'll help." You have no one but yourself to blame for this. Moon had poked his head out of the backpack and stared at the elderly woman. 

"Would you mind if I used sage to rid your doll of evil?" Amy asked. 

"I would actually. Isn't sage more pagan than Christian? I've never heard of a Christian using such a thing." You responded. 

"I use what works. Like my lavender oils. It works with getting rid of fleas." 

You just nodded, trying not to upset her. She claims she's on medications but they don't seem to be doing much. It's clear her bipolar-ness is uncontrolled. You assume it's the bipolar as she's mention having it. 

As you sat there, the doors opened and signal new people coming in. The voices sounded familiar. 

"Is that them?" 

"If it is, they must live close by." 

Fear sat in, sweat dripped down your neck. It's been months but you recognized the voices. Your ex stepmom and her new bf. 

"Let's not bother them." Her bf says. The smartest thing he's said to date. 

"How'd they get a leather jacket?" Your ex stepmom questioned. Good thing about having a clutterer as a friend. They give stuff away that they don't need. You got the jacket for free and even dry cleaned it before wearing. 

Foot steps got closer. Eyes on you. 

"It is you." 

"Leave me alone, or I will call the police." 

She scuffed.

"I'm not doing anything to you."

"Doesn't mean you're not a thief." You sipped more of your coffee while looking at the table. 

"Excuse me?" 

"Nope, excuses are now $1,250." You say. That's the amount she took from you. The amount clicked in her head cause she backed away. She knew that you knew. 

"What was that about?" Amy asked. 

"Can we leave?" 

"Sure." 

While walking around outside, you explained who they were. 

"That was my ex stepmom and her abusive alcoholic bf." 

"Oh." 

"He never touched me but his verbal abuse was just as damaging." 

Amy walked ahead of you. You held the flashlight, looking behind you from time to time to make sure you weren't being followed. 

"What would he say?" Amy asked. 

"He'd tell me to kill myself. That the world would be better off." 

"That's disgusting, let's not talk about it." 

You wanted to talk about it. You needed to tell someone. That's another thing you disliked about Amy, she had free will to talk about her issues but the times you wanted to talk about yours, she'd stop you. You felt like you were trapped again. This time you're not living with them. 

You said your goodbyes to Amy as you unlocked the door. 

"You should cleanse that doll." Amy tried again.

"No thanks, sage isn't my thing." The first time you smelt sage it made you have an asthma attack. You never had one in the past before. It could have been the small area your dad was saging. You didn't know. 

You took off your backpack and jacket. Placing the jacket on the wooden desk chair. Then taking out your doll. You held him close to your body. Breathing in the scent of lavender from him. 

"Oh Moonie, I have the worst headache. I'm glad you were there." You walked over to your desk and pulled the drawer out. Revealing your pain medicine. You took two pills and sat down on the couch. 

"I wish you were alive. I'd love to see the look on their faces when you charged them and rip their skin off." You had your sick side. You never showed it to anyone. You dreamt of murder and blood. It's probably why you fan over the villains of any shows, movies, and books. 

You slept on the couch tonight. Moon grew in size and left the apartment. He was searching for something or someone. His jaw was opening and closing like he was hungry. His face was more defined. More of a actual moon rock than just a piece of plastic. It moved with his jaw. Glowing red eyes scanned the surroundings. He crawled the streets, avoiding cameras and lights. The only thing giving him away was his red eyes. He found what he was looking for. 

You woke up the next morning to your doll laying on the floor with red liquid on it. 

"Did you get into my paint?" You laughed. Maybe Nightlight got in the paint and attacked moon?

You picked up the doll and took him to the bathroom. Cleaning his outfit and himself up. You stuck him in a cute overalls doll clothes. 

You gave your doll kisses on his cheek. Feeling calm and relaxed today. Your phone went off, reading the news to you. 

"A murder happened to two people in (redacted) city last night. People said they didn't know the two that much as they kept to themselves. Their skin was ripped from their bodies and hung in the windows for all to see. At first people thought it was a Halloween decoration but called the cops anyways. The two sat there with their meat left cooking on the stove when cops arrived. It smelt like burnt pork. The officers commented." You stared at the two pictures in the article, your ex stepmom and her bf. 

"Karma's a bitch, ain't it?" You felt nothing. Not an ounce of sadness. Why would you? She was the cause of your issues. 

You got up and started fixing coffee. You missed the big name brand you used to get but since living on your own you had to downsize. You still got a name brand just not what you're used to. What took 3-4 scoops now takes 5-6 just to keep you awake. There was a knock at the door.

"Hello?" You called out. 

"Police, open up." 

Groaning, you walked over and unlocked the door. 

"Hello? How many I help you?" 

"Are you starlight?" 

"That's an interesting way to refer to someone." 

"We'd like to inform you of the passing of your family." 

"Not my family but I'll give you the number to her mom to tell her." You slowly closed your door and grabbed your phone. Opening the door back up, you showed the contact in your phone. 

They wrote down the number and walked away to call. You stepped inside and closed the door. Your phone dinged, looking down you groaned. 

"Hey, your friend BigCouff69 gave me your number. I'm Damon Haunter. Ready for our date?" 

"What a stupid fucking name." You said out loud. Moon looked at the name and squinted his eyes. Looking up at you like "bitch, you serious?!" 

You decided you were fine as is, wearing a red stripe shirt, black pants and brown loaf shoes. You texted back, "oh yeah I'm ready. Where we going?" 

The response was immediate. "How about that bar next to your apartment?" You blinked at that. "How does he know where I live? Wait probably BigCouff69. I told him my address." You shrugged your shoulders and grabbed your leather jacket and put your doll in your back pack. 

You head out, locked the door and walked around the corner to spot a bar next to the church. 

"Lovely." 

Looking around the place, you walked inside. 'red flag for a first date.' you spotted a fella in a red coat, a fedora and a feather sticking out the hat. 'theres no fucking way.' you rolled your eyes and looked around in hopes it wasn't the obvious guy. Then a yell came from behind you, a pit stained white and black tuxedo shirt average weight guy with sunglasses waved at you. You breathed a sigh of relief. 'Thank god it's just a gamer guy.'

The entire date was him talking about Pokemon and furry stuff. He seemed okay until he mentioned being an 'alpha'. You got up and walked out. Paying your part of the meal. 

"Curse you Adam Tots for ruining a good guy." 

Moon peaked out of the backpack and spotted the red coat guy watching you walk away. He was smoking a cigarette. Moon growled softly at the bad habit. Just cause he's a demon doesn't mean he enjoys gross habits. Moon was proud of his starlight, not a single drop of alcohol past their lips.

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It was starting to get colder. Your elderly neighbor was complaining about the stray cats being out there in the cold. Were they strays? Or did they have owners that let them out during the day? She kept going on and on about the cats, about the dogs she share online to help find homes for. You had to try to find a reason to leave their apartment. Wanting to give your mind a rest. It was clear your neighbor wasn't fit to have a conversation. She talked over you, likes to argue with you. She told you about her mental disabilities. Such as bipolar. You don't know much about it except for what TV has shown of it. Your neighbor told you just how much she used to use men for their dicks. How she was overally sexual. Which matches what you knew of unmedicated bipolar in younger women. 

She vented about something new today that caught your interest. 

"I was sexually assaulted growing up." You felt like that was a lie. Not because she never brought it up, but because you told her the same exact thing two days ago. Since you can't prove she stole your trauma to use for herself, you decided not to confront her about it. 

"Oh, I understand what you went through." 

"Oh, okay. Creepy men." 

You hated how over used the word creepy was. There were other words to use. You felt like saying 'not all men's but knew not to stir anything up. It was clear she's not on her meds today. She's moving her body like if she sat still she'd die. 

She had three cats you knew of. Two you've met. One a Maine coon would rub up against you. Your neighbor brought out a bag of citrus acid powder and rubbed it on the cat. 

"I read it kills fleas." She says. You feel cringe set in. An undying urge to Google it. Pulling out your phone, you got to work searching it up. 

"Lemon juice is what's safe to spray on your cats. Citrus acid powder will cause joint pain and swelling." You read out loud to her. 

"Oh, okay." She says. 

"I swear it said something else. It works, I know it does. It burns my hands a bit and does make Rosy yell at me." She continues. 

You nod and get a call from your mom. 

"I need to take this. See ya later." You waved at her and answered the phone. 

"Hey ma, how's it going?" You got inside the door of your apartment and locked it. 

"Doing just fine doll. How's your day going?" 

"Better, it's hard to be friends with someone who sometimes annoys you. I feel bad for her cause she claims everyone talks badly about her and she's all alone." You fall onto the couch and place your doll on a pillow. Snuggling close to him. 

You felt his doll hand crease your cheeks. 

"You're doing a good thing. She sounds like she needs someone." 

"Thanks, it's hard saying no when she's right there." You stared at the doll and kissed his moon shaped head. Your cat, nightlight decided to jump on your back and lay down. You smiled at the cute flooff. 

"So how'd your birthday go?" You asked. 

"Bad, no one got me anything. My bf told me he'd get me something but never did." 

"Not even a card?" 

"Nope." 

"Damn, ma. I don't know about him." 

"It's fine I guess." 

"You know I got you something, just you gotta wait till we see each other." 

"You're mean! Making me wait." 

"It was YOUR idea!" You laughed at her silliness. 

"I know." 

"What would be mean is if I sent you the season two of the series you wanted." 

"That would be mead thing to do!" 

You chatted with your mom and felt happier. 

A knock at your door grabbed your attention. You stayed on the phone while you got up. Making nightlight move from his place. Moon even looked towards the door. You noticed his head moving but brushed it off as your hands moving him when you got up. Openib the door you saw your neighbor. 

"I got the stray cat inside the building." You looked surprised and not in a good way. 

"What're you going to do about them?" 

"Called that lady up and she's planning to take the cat today." Oh, right. That sketchy cat adopter that wanted Amy to do her job for her. Take pictures, cage, and post about them. Even taking the fifty dollars Amy offered them. Amy trapped this cat before. A week ago actually. It didn't go well. She caged it with a broken carrier and let it out into the bathroom. You told Amy it's going to jump that dog gate she had used to separate them from her own cats. She didn't listen. You frequent the cat shorts on YouTube and know cats can jump high. Just like you said, the cat got out and harassed her cats. This is why her cats has worms and fleas. She does this. 

This time however, the cat ran behind the dryers in the laundry room. You decided you wanted to just take a shower. These urges to do normal things come and go for you. If you don't do them right away you won't have the energy to do them later. 

"Hey, since I can't do anything now. I'm just going to take a shower." Going back inside, you grabbed your phone. Texted the landlord about what's going on. This feels wrong to trap a cat that maybe someone's pet. 

Sighing with how everything feels like pressure on your shoulders. You feel like a rat. Maybe you are. This building is the landladies favorite out of all her apartments. She decorated the walls with generic Walmart cardboard. It's better than it being plain. Deers, candy canes and even a Santa head littered the walls. If you were a landlord, you'd want to know what your tenants were doing. 

You got undress in the living room because of how small your bathroom was. Moon moved his hands over his eyes. You tilted your head and chuckle to yourself. When did you move his hands? Almost like he's giving you privacy. 

You took your shower and got dressed in your pajamas. A knock grabbed your attention. You put on a robe and opened the door. It was one of the Maintenance guys. 

"Got a call about a cat in the laundry room."

"Yeah it's gone now." Amy said. 

"They removed the cat?" You asked. 

"Yeah just a second ago." 

Right then Amy got a call from the landlord, telling her she can't be catching the cats and rehoming them. They could be someone's pet. Amy then started cussing and yelling and calling you a "two faced bitch." And a "rat." She was very much off her meds. You closed your door in hopes it shut her up but it didn't. She kept cussing and even went outside to yell at you through the window. Calling your mother a retard and how you were a user. You never used her. She offered to get coffee, she offered to buy food for you. You shared your food with her. Whenever you cooked you offered some to her. Even offered some turkey this thanksgiving. How were you a user? You allowed her to take your food. She even took half of everything she bought for you. Ice cream? Took half. Sub? Took half. You even offered to buy a pizza or a sub as a way to pay her back and she turned those ideas away. "too expensive" her excuse was. 

You texted the landlord about the yelling. She apologized and told you to try to ignore it. You realize now that Amy stories made sense now. Everyone stayed away from her for a reason. She was crazy. She kept screaming. She called someone and started talking to them about you. Telling lies. She was working on her door when she was talking. It seems she broke the door because of the slamming she did. It finally came to a head when she brought up your mom again. 

"I CAN FUCKING HEAR YOU, STOP!" 

The voice got quite before she said, "there's no way of stopping it." 

You waited for more words. Waiting for her to do exactly what she said her old landlord used to do to her. But it all stopped. She finally went inside her apartment. 

You stayed there listening for any movements. When you felt safe to get up you did. You forgot to pick up moon from the couch. It was only 5pm and all you wanted to do was sleep. Eventually you turned the lights off and settled into bed. 

Moon growled towards the front door. He heard movements. Their door opened and shut. Moon got up and snuck outside the apartment. Following this 61 year old, unhinged, bitch. She was mumbling something under her breath. 

"Fucking cunt." 

That floored moon. How dare this hag call his lovely human such a disgusting, crude word. That word is strictly for insults. Moon wasn't going to sit around while this so called 'christain' took verbal punches at his human. He grew in size and growled at her. Amy looked towards him and screamed. It must have really scared her as she died right there. On the ground, moon stared. Then smoke filled his none existent nose. The red coat guy, was finishing his cigarette. Right in front of the lamp post. 

"Why're you here, Sun?" 

The fellow glanced up at the monster before him. 

"Keeping an eye on you. Since demons like you tend to harm everyone around them." He flicked the filter of the used cigarette on the road. 

"Do they even know about you?" Sun asked. 

"The furry shop keeper told them." Moon explained. 

"Doesn't mean they believe. There's a heavy air about them. Feels like they've been around the paranormal before." 

"They have. They talked about another demon friend." 

Sun sighed and rubbed his head. His rays poked out. He had to hide soon. Being mysterious wasn't an act. He needed to stay in the shadows to appear human. 

"Get me any and every bit of info on that demon. I need to check it out." 

"Will do. Brother." Moon saluted him and left. 

"Thanks, brother. Wish you took the same deal as I did." 

Moon turned back into a doll and snuggled close to you. He made sure the front door was closed and locked. He pressed his none existent lips onto your forehead.