The Neighbor Next Door

Moving in

It was mid spring when a new resident moved into the house next door. MePhone4 just sighed, looking out from his curtained window at the moving truck, and the small car that rolled up soon after. The robot was hoping that house would stay vacant a little longer, him not being fond of having to interact with others, but now that there were actual people here now, he just had to hope whoever was moving it wouldn't be noisy. Or social. The last thing he wanted was a neighbor that tried to get to know him. Most of the other people and families that lived on this street knew by now not to bother the reclusive robot, but now he'd have to let these people know too, probably. Unfortunately. Peh. He didn't need friends anymore. It didn't matter if he got lonely. It was better than the alternative any time.

He watched long enough to see who got out of the car, A man who looked about as tall as he did, if not a little taller, with textured, orange dyed hair that faded into a natural brown. He watched as nobody got out of the passenger side, but noticed the back driver's side door open. He scowled as he realized this man had kids with him, two red haired kids in matching green overalls-- their color scheme being right out of a christmas card or something.

He had seen enough, letting the curtain fall, as he stepped away to worry about his own things. MePhone just hoped that they didn't expect any welcome from him. Right now, he had better things to do... Like... Uh. Not weirdly watching his new neighbors.

MePhone placed his hands on his hips, surveying his dimly lit living room. It was a bit messy, him not having the motivation to clean much. Yeah! Clean. That's right. That's why he left his room this morning. Well-- Not like... He didn't leave his room often.

MePhone didn't know why he was trying to justify his own options in his head, but he just let out a hefty sigh, letting his arms drop back down to his sides.

Cleaning was a chore. He didn't want to do it, but he probably should.

It started with him flicking on one of the lamps in the room, glad he at least had the motivation to start, even if he wouldn't be getting this whole mess cleaned, at least he knew he tried at this point. He hummed to himself as he moved, picking up stray, discarded clothing, glad most of the mess in here wasn't any actual trash. That was a nice thing about being a robot at least, not having much food waste, because of the lack of needing to eat. A lot less trash to deal with. At least nothing food related. Most of the actual trash lying around the living room was crumpled up paper, and stray, worn down pencils.

At least this room would look more presentable. He had to make dinner tonight anyways. It was a thursday. Not that he was eating in the living room, but he didn't want his dinner guests to judge his messiness. And at least it would look much better than his actual room.

He didn't go in there much anymore.

Anyways! He was getting distracted again. Which wasn't bad at least, considering when he looked around again, he realized the room was clean... enough.

MePhone let out a huff, at least a little proud of this feat of motivation. He looked over to a clock on the wall, before moving to flop down onto the couch. That was enough hard work from him for the day. Maybe in a bit he'd look out the window again and see what the neighbors are up to. Not in a creepy way, though. He was always just curious. That was the only reason. For now, he just sighed. He didn't want to turn on the TV right now, despite really wanting to watch something, so he just sat there. He deserved some time to just relax anyways, mostly phasing everything out, other than the relaxing ticking of the wall clock.

Before he knew it, it was time to make dinner, so he stood with a heavy breath, heading over to the kitchen. Maybe he'd bake something with...

Maybe he'd bake something later. Yeah. That'd be a good way to end the evening.