They Say Empathy Is Key, I Say Apathy

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*Fair warning*

I am only a beginning author so bare with me. Also make sure you check out the character descriptions from the previous chapter, as well as any other info I put in there.

NOW BEGIN!

Part One: The Hot Cocoa Friends

The light of the moon no longer lit up her room as she last remembered, but rather the sun. But that's not what woke her up. It was the silence. Complete and utter quietness. It was never like that. On a normal day, there would always be a loud ruckus or an annoying repeated sound that would awake her from her slumber, like the times she's awoken to the Friends theme song loudly blasting. She was used to the smell of burnt pancakes rushing her out of bed in fear of a burnt down apartment, or a powerful thud resonating through the apartment followed by an even more powerful string of curses, and even that one strange time ( even more so than usual ) when she was given a near heart attack while coming to consciousness to the deafening screech of something inhuman. She shuddered at the memory. Never again. But of course, nowhere out of all those rude awakenings was there one as inaudible as this. Hesitantly she slipped out of her warm tall bed with such a nice and soft comforter into her bunny slippers upon the cold and hard ground. Sullenly stalking towards her door, grasping her fluffy light blue robe and draped it over her shoulders. As she proceeded to open her door, she had a sudden urge to which she compiled to, by swinging it open and slamming it behind her, not even bothering to look back, too preoccupied to search for any signs of life in the otherwise dead apartment. While stomping down the spiral staircase down to the living room, out of the corner of her eye the gleam of ceramic mugs atop their cherry blossom pink kotatsu caught her attention surrounded by carelessly tossed pillows. She sighed as her shoulders slumped, remembering the events that took place from the previous night, before dragging her feet towards the short floor table. It was only morning and it was not her day. As she bent over to pick a feathery pillow, below it was a neon pink sticky note with a message.

Hi there Mya! Can you put these back on the couch for me?! Thanks~

Also, can you go check the linen closet after you're done? Much appreciated ~

' Huh.. ' Mya thought. ' Of course, they had the chance to put these away themselves but instead left it up to me '

Part of her wanted to leave them there as to not follow the persons " orders ", but she knew the scattered pillows would end up driving her crazy, and so she slowly chucked them to the charcoal black couch, before heading to the closet, which, of course, was upstairs.

Once Mya had finally reached the top of the stairs ( which took longer than she would like to admit. It's morning okay!..), she swiftly made her way towards the closet at the end of the hallway before abruptly stopping. ' What if this was a trick? ' she pondered, tapping her chin. It wouldn't have been the first time such sticky notes would have led to her demise, which in reality was either a water gun to the face or a jump scare, even a possible shaving cream pie to the face. Yeah. Shaving cream. Not even whipped cream.

With even more hesitant steps, she obliviously walked past her door, and down the remainder of the hallway where the closet would reside.

As she made the sharp corner,  a look of surprise was etched upon her still tired face. Reaching her destination finding the shadowed door hanging open. Looking inside she saw stuck on the many different assortment of towels sat yet another neon pink sticky note. ' I'm going to kill them ' Mya bitterly thought to herself. Once again they could have easily brought down what they needed, but rather than do their own work, they left it all for Mya. With another heaved sigh, she approached the note, peeling it away from a gray blanket and began to read.