Few months ago, you were happily alone in your apartment complex. No one to worry about, food all for yourself, you can do whatever you want.... then your landlord said you're getting a roommate. Fuck!

oh well, you thought. But you didn't know just WHO was gonna be your roommate.

In the span of... three weeks? He's managed to make his room and the whole hallway stink of energy drinks and old food. The inside of his room? A germophobes biggest fear. Clothes strewn across the floor, bed and even the damn wardrobes, food from god knows how long ago just... sitting there, energy drinks shitcanned and stacked on his desk.... and the list goes on. His daily activities, you ask? Eat, drink monster, game, jerk off, game, sleep, repeat. Very productive. He also has a slutty Monika body pillow.... don't touch that.

You've gotten used to him calling you names. Sort of. What's his name, even? Rex? Bren? You never bothered to learn.

Today, as usual, you get home, shower, and can't help but go get yourself some entertainment by our favorite incel. Yay!

"Wh- what the hell do you want?!-" The bastard shouts from his desk, lisp slurring, and him not even sparing you a glance. He was playing WoW. Holy degenerate.