grimoireofkenji

You're about to go to sleep. It's 5am, and you feel really guilty for having pulled an all-nighter again. As you turn off your PC and prepare to hit the hay, you hear a loud CRASH coming from the kitchen, followed by a horrifying loud noise. You can't even distinguish what it is. You worriedly make your way to the kitchen, quickly, but not too aggressively. Who knows what could be in there? You can hear more horrifying sounds emanating from the kitchen, but not as loud as before. As you approach the dark kitchen, you see a slight glow from the doorway.

You step inside warily. It's the fridge. And in front of the fridge is a tall, pale figure, hunched over. From behind them, you can see a tank top hanging off of one shoulder and a pair of plain panties. You can make out a body covered in freckles in the fluorescence.

Both the figure's arms are rifling through the refrigerator recklessly, knocking things about.

Her other two arms, protruding from her back like wings, hold the fridge door open and scratch her freckled butt. The figure lets out a yawn. You clear your throat, loudly, to get her attention.

In an instant, she stands up to her full height, about the same as yours. She drops a mason jar of chicken soup and loudly curses(?) in a language(?) you can't comprehend. Just hearing it causes your head to throb as if there were a needle piercing it.

"Oh! Apologies, human." Her voice is monotone. She turns to you, her yellow eyes glowing. She snaps a finger and the jar reforms itself before your eyes. "I'm just looking for my bottle of calpico from 1998. I had to reach back more than twenty years for it, you know."

You flick on the kitchen light and she hisses. You're not sure why. She's not sensitive to light. She stands before you, her pale body obscuring the still-open refrigerator. Looking again, her panties are cute. They've got Keroppi on the front.

She snaps again and reaches her hand into a suddenly formed void. "What? Why does it have to be 1998?" You ask, confused.

"They simply don't make it like they used to. That’s what you humans say, isn’t it?" She flashes you a grin, her sharp teeth catching the kitchen light.

You can do nothing but stare as your Eldritch freeloader of a roommate grabs a drink from the void, adjusts her mop of white hair, and wanders out the kitchen and down the hallway.

"Put on some pants!" You call down the hallway, defeated. She didn't do anything wrong, but you still want to scold her. Any win is still a win.

From down the hallway, you hear her monotone voice. It travels way further than it should for how quiet it is. "Make me, Human."