Neighbors (Davekat)

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Be the one that hates everything:

My eyes shot open when I heard loud knocks coming from my front door. I shot up and turned to my clock, it read '2:19 AM.'

Who the hell wants to come to my apartment at 2 in the morning?

I lazily got up and trudged down the hallway, flicking the lightswitch on. I grabbed the baseball bat I had next to my couch, walking slowly and quietly to my door. I heard the loud, annoying knocks again, which made me jump, almost dropping the baseball bat. I stupidly yelled,"IF YOU'RE SOME SORT OF CRIMINAL, JUST KNOW THAT I HAVE UH.." I looked around frantically,"I HAVE SATAN IN THE SAME ROOM AS ME. YEAH, HE'S IN HERE AND HE'LL TAKE YOUR SOUL IN ONE SECOND IF YOU LAY A FINGE-"

"Shutup and open the godamn door, Kitkat."

I felt my face heat up, thank gog there was a door there. "DAVE? THE HELL DO YOU WANT?"

He sarcastically retorted,"I wanna borrow a cup of sugar so I can go make candy children and eat them."

I sighed and put the baseball bat down, walking towards the door and tiredly opening it. He raised an eyebrow,"So, can I meet satan?"

"YOU'RE TALKING TO HIM."

He let out a quiet laugh and asked,"So can I come in?"

"I GUESS?" I stepped out of the way as he nodded and walked inside, taking a seat on the couch. I closed the door and turned to him, walking towards the couch myself,"OKAY, I'M NOT GOING TI SIT HERE AND PRETEND ANY OF THIS IS NORMAL. WHY ARE YOU HERE, AT MY APARTMENT, AT 2 IN THE GODAMN MORNING?" He shrugged and leaned back on the couch,"Couldn't sleep."

I squinted my eyes at him, there has to be a reason why he decided to come to me instead of the billion friends he has.

I sat as far away from him as possible and asked curiously,"AND WHY DID YOU DECIDE TO COME HERE?"

He crossed his arms,"Does it look like I'm trying to walk to someone's house at 2 in the morning?"

"DON'T YOU HAVE A CAR OR SOMETHING?"

"It's getting fixed."

"OH."

I looked around, waiting for him to start a conversation or something since I ususally don't want to talk, especially to him.

He cleared him throat and looked at me,"Is Gamzee here?"

Speaking of Gamzee, I haven't seen him since I went to the hospital. "WAIT HERE."

I got up and walked down the hallway, knocking softly on his door. "GAMZEE? ARE YOU IN HERE?" No answer.

I knocked a little harder, which caused the door to open completely. It was pitch black in here, the only thing I could see was the light of his computer. I walked slowly towards it, stepping on the many horns he had, which caused me to scream. I'm genuinely surprised Dave didn't hear that. Yes, iy was a stupid move for me not to turn on the lights, but it looked better dark. If I were to turn the lights on, I'd probably scream, due to the fact that Gamzee has some weird shit in here.

The closer I got to the screen, the more I realised it was a pesterlog. Yes, I knew I shouldn't be in here, reading his messages, but I had a reason. I sat on his chair and scrolled down the messages. I read down and saw that he was talking to..