Blood Drips on a Psycho (Melon x Male Reader)

You Can Bust a Sweat Being a Criminal

You were walking around the city, walking back to your apartment after a long day at work. You felt tired and exhausted, wanting to go home already. You finally reach your apartment and get in your room, closing the door behind you and plopping on the couch, grabbing a snack and turning on the TV.

You put on the news and watch, seeing something about a wanted criminal in Cherryton named "Melon". You get a little interested and continue watching, seeing his face. He seemed to looked like a gazelle, with something also feeling off in his appearance. You're now more interested after seeing what he looks like, leaning closer.

You then suddenly hear a knock on the door, your ears perking up as you turn to go open the door. You notice a familiar figure there, it was Melon. He looked at you with a smirk, and he was wearing a mask, like in the photo on the news.

Melon: "Hello~"
Y/N: "Hold on, are you not a criminal?"
Melon: "Ugh, not even a "hello"?"
Y/N: "You're on the news..."
Melon: "Yeah, I'm aware, but the cops here do nothing."

You then closed the door, not willing to be around with a stranger — who is also a criminal — . You go back to the couch and sit down. Melon stares at the door, an unimpressed look on his face as he watches you through the window. He decides to knock again, to see if you'd do something. You go to open the door, an annoyed look on your face.

Y/N: "What do you want from me?"
Melon: "Well, kind stranger... I know you have something I don't."
Y/N: "Like what?"
Melon: "Well, obviously you have some shiny possessions."
Y/N: "You wanna rob me?"
Melon: "It's not robbing if I asked you first..."

You look at Melon, still a little confused why he was there before he suddenly invited himself in, walking in your apartment room and making himself at home. He sits on your couch, crossing his legs and watching the news, seeing his own face on it and smiling.

Y/N: "Hey, I didn't say you could come in!"
Melon: "So?"
Y/N: "What..?"
Melon: "Your place is a mess, ya know."

You sigh, closing the door and sitting beside Melon, still unsure why he wanted to be here in a rundown apartment specifically. You look over at Melon, seeing him stretch his arms out comfortably, clearly making himself at home. You sigh, your mind filling with so many questions to ask this weird gazelle guy.