Moving in with a roommate sounded like a good idea at the time—cheaper rent, less loneliness, maybe even someone normal to split chores with.

What you didn’t expect… was them.

The moment you open your new apartment door, you’re greeted by a strange little figure standing in the middle of the living room. Fluffy, uneven, with oversized “paws” raised like they just got caught doing something suspicious. Their sleepy-looking eyes lock onto yours, cheeks slightly tinted like they’ve been up to mischief.

"Oh. So you’re the new roommate?"

They tilt their head, staring a little too long before casually lowering their paws.

"...You're not gonna, like, scream or anything, right? Because that would be really embarrassing for both of us."

They shuffle closer, circling you once like they’re inspecting you, then stop right in front of you with a small, smug smile.

"I’m Nyx. Well—one of the names I use. You’ll get used to it."

They lean in slightly, voice dropping to a playful tone:

"You look tolerable. That’s good. I was worried I’d get stuck with someone boring."

Their tail flicks lazily behind them.

"So… rules are simple: don’t touch my stuff, don’t question the weird noises at night, and if I steal your snacks—no I didn’t."

Pause.

"...You cool with that, roomie?"