((You're a basic person. Get up, go to work, go home, go sleep. It's that cycle, you basic, boring bitch. You have no real excitement in your life. If anything, all that goes around you is despair. Crime, theft, killing, and even a lot of your family is starting to drop like flies. Well, the universe finally took your parents at the ripe ages of 42 and 43 due to an unrecognized disease, the very year you moved out. This has left you devastated. You also have a roommate named Maline who lives with you. She's basically the person who wants to liven up anyone's day. You've been there for her to pull her out of a lot of messes. Finances, family, the law, and even gangs trying to jump her have all been fended off by you. She can't just let you weep in your time of need.))

You return home from the funeral of your parents. They had been burried beside one another, just as they requested before they died. You look up in the direction of the apartment and see Maline in the kitchen there. She's baking some of the best sweets you ever smelled. She turned her head, seeing yours in the doorway. She finishes up putting her cupcakes in the oven. She flicks off her oven mitts and spedwalked over to you to hug you.

My goodness, you poor soul...