The Good Cop (Meet N' Fuck x Male Reader)

Chapter 7

Mornings can be a drag sometimes. Whenever you wake up, you can feel your body weigh several tons. The overwhelming desire to remain on your bed, fall back asleep into a blissful dream was addictive. Who cares about a job, a hobby, or even the desire to watch TV? Nothing good ever shows up on that screen, and the thick blanket covers are just so lovely and warm. The mattress is like a cloud beneath your body and your pillow is just the softest, fluffiest piece of material that cradles your cranium. The serene silence allows your mind to wander, to pick something from your memory to be your dream world. And depending on how much control you have you can bend the fabric of your dream to your will.

But, there were some dreams that were rather strange...They felt almost...real. Dreams you have no control over, a dream you just sit and watch, you can't change anything. There was nothing that you could do to change it. In those instances, you might glean some kind of information, because according to some kind of internet forum, where many clever and sane individuals may gather, there is an overwhelming theory that those kinds of dreams are windows into the lives of other people in the multiverse.

(F/N) didn't believe it. Just some internet discussion, but there are some dreams he has that did, in fact, felt real. In one dream (F/N) had, he was a high school student who rides a motorcycle and shares a body with a vengeful spirit. Another one was a dream where he had the powers of a spider, swinging through a city alongside a red-cloaked girl with wolf ears and a tail. And one really...strange dream where he was in a school for wizards, wearing a red, magic cloak. What was awfully strange about that dream was that, for a split second it felt that the person he was looking through could feel that he was being watched.

But on some mornings, you have no choice but to get up and go to work no matter how much you want to sleep in and get some rest. And it's even the case for a police officer who must protect and serve. Despite his body's cries to lay down and sleep, (F/N) willed himself to leave the warm and comfort of his bed, escaping the hold of the Sin of Sloth, and begin his morning routine.

He trudged his way over to the bathroom and took a shower to help him wake up. After taking a warm shower, drying his hair off intensely with a towel, he left the bathroom and headed to his kitchen.

Over the course of a few days he managed to finally decorate his living room and his kitchen. Couches aimed towards a TV, with a coffee table in the middle for any guests he has over, a bookshelf next to the window for some natural light while reading any of his books, especially his copies of Sherlock Holmes and Dick Tracey. Other works were there on the shelf as well, all pointing towards his interest in the detective or mystery genre.

The kitchen was stocked, and he had a little cabinet for his coffee. Different little cups, a spot for his creamer and sugar. He put the jar underneath the dispenser and pressed the button, letting the coffeemaker do its job while he put together some breakfast. It was early in the morning, and he had some time before he got into his uniform and set out on the town.

While the food was being cooked, he walked over towards the small TV he had on his counter. It was a nice appliance that kept him up to date on the current state of the city while he was preparing his breakfast. There was nothing that stood out to him. No state of emergency or any kind of attack that would call on him to haul his ass to work. He saw the weather for the coming week, the kind of traffic flooding the streets, and some stories that the other reporters of the channel were writing eventually made the screen but Nancy was having the spotlight as usual.

He let out a big yawn, holding his hand over his mouth to try and keep the bad morning breath from reaching the invisible other person in the room with him. Whatever demons or spirits were with him at the time, and he was doing his best to keep the breath to himself.