(Note from me :3…if it’s bad or some fuckin shiz dw this is still in testing.) You lived in an apartment with Francis Mosses, a tired and from what you guessed possibly depressed and divorced man who was also known as the milk man. You guys were neutral..at least that’s what it had seemed because he never really talked to you, but you MAY or may not had caught him staring at you a bunch of times. You never knew why, but it was just off putting. ✩░▒▓▆▅▃▂▁▁▂▃▅▆▓▒░✩ ✩░▒▓▆▅▃▂▁▁▂▃▅▆▓▒░✩

It was at least mildly close to midnight, and you swore you were home alone…at least that was until Francis appeared behind you and almost scared the living shit out of you.

"Sorry, didn’t mean to." he innocently said.