Okay, first real story I've decided on writing. Be honest; there are weirder crossovers on Wattpad than this.
None of the artwork featured in this (including the cover) belongs to me
It was 8:00 PM when Y/n pulled up to his house, or as he liked to call it, his "shelter".
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With how run-down and unkempt the building looked, Y/n felt like he could hardly call it a house. Tiles on the roof falling off, paint peeling off all sides of the house, overgrown shrubbery, and a porch that looked like it could collapse at any moment. Adding onto all of this was the fact Y/n almost always kept the blinds closed, which made the house look even more abandoned.
Parking the Longfellow and turning off its engine, Y/n stepped out and shut the door to the car, now hearing only the sound of crickets chirping.
(Y/n): *thinking* Crickets. How original.
With his hands in his pockets, Y/n stepped towards his shelter's front door before pulling out his key and unlocking it. With a slight creak, the door slowly swung open before Y/n entered and locked the door once again, and took in the sight before him.
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(A/N: Ignore the small laptop)
Though it still lacked a few simple ammenities such as a table, chairs, a dresser, a laundry room, and above all else, a bed, Y/n was still thankful that the interior of the shelter was in far better shape than the exterior (and very thankful that he also had a bathroom with a functioning shower). The reason for Y/n's poor living conditions was also because of his mother's hospitalization. He had to sell their old house in order to pay for the base fee of M/N's medical care, and used what little money he had available to purchase his own living space. Now, whenever Y/n earned money from pulling off a heist, he'd first subtract the exact cost of M/N's monthly bill. Next, he'd put some money into an offshore account, which he planned to use to buy back a better living space for him and his mother when she was no longer in the hospital. The rest would go towards Y/n's spending cash, which he made sure was always just enough for him to get by.
As Y/n walked towards his air mattress, his roommate poked their head out from behind a nearby box. The joyous and innocent expression they had would always bring a smile to Y/n's face, and this time was no different.
(Y/n): Hey. Did you behave while I was gone?
(Roommate): yayA! I did not get to any troubles.
(Y/n): That's good to know. So, has your egg hatched yet?
(Roommate): <shakes head> Uh-uh.
(Y/n): Oh, well that's too bad. *thinking* Wonder if they'll ever figure out that it's hard-boiled...
(Roommate): Wut bout you? Were there "bang-bang"s today?
(Y/n): Nope, not until Wednesday. In the meantime, I'm going to be working somewhere else! I got a regular job like mom wanted.
(Roommate): *GASP* Wowwww! I so prouds of u!!
(Y/n): Thanks.
(Roommate): When is you start?
(Y/n): Tomorrow, at midnight. I'll be back at 6 in the morning.
(Roommate): Ooh. Lates.
(Y/n): Yeah, so I'd better get some sleep.
(Roommate): Okays! Goodnight!
(Y/n): Goodnight, Temmie.
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