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He's in the fucking walls! (Mr Gap | Homichiper)

Fandom: Homicipher
Ship: Mr Gap x reader
Oneshot/unfinished story: oneshot
Synopsis: Mr gap haunts your house.

Not long after you moved into this place, you realised it was haunted. But you were stubborn and you really liked this apartment, so that ghost wasn't going to drive you out.

You hadn't actually seen the ghost, but you sure as hell knew it was there. Doors being left open when you know you closed them, objects disappearing and reappearing around the place, food going missing from the fridge... it was a hungry ghost apparently. Noises from inside the walls, cabinets and even boxes and drawers. And the most obvious sign, your cat.

She'd stare at seemingly nothing like she was hearing something you couldn't see, she'd meow at the doors and try to open them to get to whatver was inside, she'd be relaxing and suddenly perk up at seemingly nothing. But she never seemed sacred, just curious.

So given the ghost was harmless, just kind of annoying, you weren't moving. This was YOUR house damnit. If it came with a ghost, so be it.

You went a whole three months not actually seeing this ghost, but being aware of its presence until one fateful night when you were up late watching a movie. It was dark and quiet aside from the TV playing and the light on in the hall, and out of nowhere, you heard your cat start to purr. Looking over your shoulder, to see what she was all chipper about, you saw it. An entire hand sticking out of the half open shoe cabinet patting your cat.

What. The. Fuck.

Was THIS the ghost? Were you finally seeing the sneaky bastard? Very quietly, you got up and crept closer, hoping to see what the hell this hand was attached to. Through the crack in the doors of the shoe cabinet, you could make out a person. More like the head and hand of a person. He looked vaugly male, and definitely inhuman. He was raggedy looking, his hair dark and messy, covering half his face. With what looked like some nasty scarring underneath it. His pupils were very under-dilated, tiny dots against the whites of his eyes. He was... kind of creepy. But somehow, you didn't scream, you just stared dumbfounded.

Finally, he noticed your presence. Just as quickly as you made eye contact, he closed the cabinet door. Scrambling over, you opened it again... only to find shoes. Where the fuck did he go?

"Wh- hey! Come back! I want to know what's the hell your deal is!" You called out.

Looking around the room, you couldn't see any sign of him... but your cat could. With a happy meow, she trotted over to the kitchen, where she jumped up on the counter and sniffed in the direction of the cabinets. Sure enough, there he was, inside the cabniet peeking out at you.

"... hello?" You questioned.

"...&÷))]"

What? What lanuage WAS that? It barely even sounded like words, more like... sounds. You gave him a confused look, and he shot back a suspicious looking glare. So... clearly there was a lanuage barrier here. Maybe gestures would work?

"What... you?" You said, making a shrug and pointing at him.

There seemed to be some recognition in his eyes, and a slightly creepy but definitely giddy smile cracked on his lips.

";[=÷$" he replied, making a hand gesture akin to waving something off in boredom.

Was... he just bored? Was that his deal?

"Are you... bored? You asked, although he didn't seem to understand.

You were pretty sure that was the message though, he was bored. Well... if you were going to share this apartment with a ghost, you may as well try to make it work. And from what you'd gathered, he seems to show up inside things. Cracks, gaps, dark spaces. Looking around for a solution, you gestured for him to stay put. Wait a moment. You went back to the couch, taking all the cusions and setting them up in a little fort like structure. Enough space to create a small dark gap. You turned back to the cabniet man.

"Inside here" you said, gesturing to the pillow fort.

For a moment he seemed confused, before the lightbulb went off in his head and he vanished into the darkness. Only to appear in the gap between the pillows, he seemed happy about it, now able to see the TV.

You gave him a thumbs up gesture, one he returned. Seems like you'd managed to work something out, you still had a million questions, but establishing some form of contact was your main goal here. Sitting back down, you had another idea. Grabbing the remote, you held it out in front of him and demonstrated changing the channels, before putting it in front of him. Watching his hand creep out of the gap and press the buttons, you were curious what channel he'd land on. After a few minutes cycling through them, he stopped on a channel showing some vet show. A cat was on the screen, and you watched him point at it.

"_[<= "=÷!/<=÷!" He said, then pointing at your cat who'd come and sat up on the coffee table.

So he definitely had intelligence... just a weird language and seemingly nothing much understanding of the world outside his gaps.

"Cat" you said, pointing to the TV, and to your cat.

"...cc--aa..t"

Oh shit. He registered it. Maybe you could bridge that launage gap... with a whole fucking heap of work, lanuages weren't exactly easy. You nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, cat"

A smug grin spread across his face, clearly proud of himself. This was... actually quite fun! Perhaps this ghost roommate wouldn't be so bad after all.