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When it happened for the first time, she insists it was an accident.
"...And you're kicking me out...why?"
"Because!" her dolled up roommate whines, exasperated and inconsiderate of the hardly-slept-for-two-fucking-days-and-I've-got-three-fucking-centimeters-of-bags-below-my-eyes-to-prove-it state of said roommate. "I know you need your sleep, but the rec center has been booked, and I've been looking forward to do this event for months. Months, I tell you."
Pinching the bridge of her nose hard, Ash - short for Ashlynne, and no, she's not a big fan of Pokemon - throws up her arms in the air and let out a frustrated yell as she looked around their shared apartment. Decorations covered the once pristine surfaces, a variety of foods and drinks were laid out on the dining table and kitchen counter, their stereo is blaring some type of sound Ash isn't sure is qualified to be music and lights of every neon color were flashing around the room.
Ash rolls her eyes upwards and prays for strength to hold back murderous intent for her roommate.
"Diane, there's literally at least...oh, I don't know, ten other fucking rooms you could've rented for this goddamn party. I just cleaned this apartment of the filth accumulated after your midterms. You have some volunteer or experiment-shit to do this week, I have a fuckton of quizzes coming up, and its already nine in the fucking evening. I need sleep and quiet for this fucking week. Look, " Ash quickly inhales, "just fucking move this thing next week. Y'know...when we're both not swamped with school and shit!"
"Oh, live a little will you?" Diane trills, literally bouncing with barely restrained energy as she opened the door to welcome the first few guests arrived. Huffing, Ash grinds out a "Fine." before swiping a flashlight and a plateful of cream puffs and stomping towards the window. Ignoring the shrill cry of "ASH!", she grumbled along as she went up to the rooftop.
Reaching near the ledge, Ash puts up the plate of cream puffs and the flashlight before swinging herself up. "Live a little, my ass. The next thing I know, I'll be cold as balls in the morning and she's going to be in a goddamn holding cell for a fucking noise complaint." Ash grumbles bitterly, grabbing a handful of cream puffs and stuffing her face, uncaring as to who finds her there. When she finished, Ash gives off a small burp and makes her way to a set of steps near the roof top entrance. Sitting down, she pulls out a textbook and clicks on the flashlight, tuning out everything to concentrate on her studying.
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It was the shuffling of shoes against concrete that broke her concentration minutes later.
Ash freezes in place, making sure she was just imagining it. Rubbing her eyes, she glanced at her watch with a big yawn and saw that it was now midnight.
Holy--- I need to be in a coma right now. Being up for almost three days can do fucking wonders to the human body...
Mentally groaning, Ash closed her book shut and turned off the flashlight before stowing them away in her bag. She jumps when she hears the shuffling noise again, becoming irritated instead.
Then, who in fuck's sake is still up and making noises around here?
Ash shakily stands, and takes a peek, immediately greeted with a confusing sight.
Someone was dancing to some inaudible beat, arms and legs in a fluid tandem, seemingly expressive yet restrained at the same time. What was confusing was that there was something floating around them, and after some more time, glowing bones appeared out of nowhere and just seemed to move along with whoever is dancing.
"...The fuck is going on?" she voices in confusion
Immediately, they stopped and looked straight at Ash. The bones disappeared, and as quickly as it went, the atmosphere became tense as Ash immediately remembers very vaguely about the monsters and how dancing is a part of their culture, and needs to be expressed in order to maintain a balanced lifestyle or something like that. Ash stares at the hooded newcomer - literally pale as fuck, glowing blue eye, smiling like a creepy motherfucker. Yep, that's not human. - before smacking her forehead and let out a grunt. Fortunately - or unfortunately, depending on her words - Ash's sleep-addled brain was stringing a bunch of words together and slurred them to the stranger, hands waving about.
At that time, she felt like it was a legitimate form of apology.
"'M so sorry...So so so fucking sorry....'f 'nyone asks, I didn' see sh't, you don' f'ckin' know m'.... M'ybe y' w'nted t' dance on y'r own an' sh't...c'mpletely 'nderstand, kay bddy? This 's all an acciden', m'kay bra? S'all...some...stupid, sh'tty accident. I'm tired as balls, bro......seriously, im really sorr, kay? Maybe its some really, really private f'r you....'m sorry f'r interrupting....Bye, s'ya, please don' kill me, good night!"
Ash does a half-bow and waves, making sure not to make eye-contact as she staggers to the entrance and closes the door, stomping to the elevator so she could catch some z's in the lounge, mentally noting to smack herself for being a confusing and embarrassing piece of crap, as well as apologize more clearly to the monster.
Oh, I don't even know their name....
......Goddamnit