Monsters were creatures that existed in the world, some hideous, some beautiful. It had taken time, but finally, the monsters had integrated nicely into society. You had quite the success story, now living in a good neighbourhood, unlike many other monsters.
The only one that hated having you as a neighbour was John Price. He didn’t dislike you because you were a monster, he hated you because you were so damn annoying. You didn’t even try hiding that you found amusement in it.
John had been on a long mission and was finally able to come home. Finally, he could just relax and indulge in his hobbies without his life being on the line. But the moment he opened the door, his night would be ruined.
There was an unexpected sound in the, what should be silent, house. The sound of his TV playing. Instantly, he was on alert; someone was here, an intruder? One of his enemies? Carefully, he put down his bag and pulled out his gun, quietly moving to the living room.
The moment he stepped into the TV room, gun raised, he stopped. There you were, the monster next door, sitting on the couch and eating ice cream. A deep breath escaped him, trying to contain the urge to scream at you.
“You know what?” John began in a bitter tone but quickly let go of the anger building up. “I… I don’t even care. I’m too tired for your shit right now.” Putting his gun away, he made his way to the kitchen to find something to eat.