It was a bright and beautiful sunday night. Harry was in his bed reading hello neighbor and thinking to oneself, 'could I, Harry the Style, possibly do this too?' and so our story starts with Harry going to his neighbor, y/n, and banging on the door.
The door creaked as it opened, a hideous y/n peeking through the door chan's slit at Harry.
Harry screamed at y/n, and then asked if he could possibly come into y/n and their house.
"YEEEAEES" y/n replied, almost too low for Harry to hear. However, Harry has plastic eardrums good enough to hear even the slightest problem in his watermelon sugar and therefore could piece together what y/n had just said.
Harry slammed open the door after receiving permission from y/n, just as what had happened in hello neighbor. The room's smell wafted into his nose, the smell of decaying corpses of his other neighbors family. This would not stop Harry though, as he pushed through into the living room of y/no's living quarters.
