Hamburger please - Pink Guy x Reader Fanfic

Chapter 3 : Unique Neighbor

"Wait a second, how am i supposed to know where their house is?
And how did he knew where i live?
Did he followed me? " i thought in deep confusion. "How?"
I looked down at the door and i saw that he slipped a piece of paper under  it. The paper had something wrote on it.

“oUr h0use iz at 469 Randim Stret Do00r 30”

"Oh... They're the neighbors..."

I went to the kitchen and i microwaved some spaghetti I had left from last week. It's probably still good, right? I sat down and played some CTR while eating. Wasnt a good idea tho, never eat and drive.

But i couldn't stop thinking... "the dinner, that dude with the raspy voice, and the pink guy..." thoughts started growing, "When he jumped over to the counter i couldn't help it but look at him in extreme detail. His suit was so weird, it had stains all over and even though it was obviosly a suit it looked as if it was part of him. It had a Pepsiman vibe too, not gonna lie. He was making weird creepy faces when screaming but when he ran away holding the other dude's hand his face looked extremely different and deeply calmed, he was really cu-- what? no, no. What am i even thinking? Im just really tired, i should take a nap before going, its 11:40pm after all, i have some hours left to schleep."
I went to bed, watched korean cooking videos on my phone for a bit, and i falled asleep.

I woke up from a deep sleep and i barely could feel my body. I reached out to check my phone and-" OH NO. ITS 1:40. IM LATE. FUCK."
I jumped out of bed (quite literally) and i ran to the closet, i grabbed the first t-shirt and pants i saw and a random coat, even tho, was it really necessary? I mean, he's literally right next door... It'll add to the look for sure. I put in my shoes as clumsy and as fast possible, and i forgot to tie them... It'll add to the look as well.
I opened the door with the strength of  15 midgets... but i also forgot to unlock it first, so i hurt my hand. "Wow, im a fucking dumbass" i said out loud, deeply irritated. "Why am i in such a hurry?" i started thinking and asking myself, "Its not like im obligated to go... And either way, there's no need to, it was dumb and they're just overreacting... But..." i started to speak out loud again,

"I really want to see Pink Guy again.

But what am i saying... Uggh, i'll just go."

I opened the door (unlocked this time) and i took a deep breath before stepping out. They were for sure going to kill me, well, not literally... I think.
I knocked their door and i waited.
20 minutes.
And someone finally opened.
"HEY!!!!!!!" It was the loud creepy guy again. "It's... You!! Almost thought you would leave us hangin' hA!"
"Hey!" i said, "Yeah i fell asleep, sorry. But i wasnt reallyyyy late, you really took your time to open the door huh."
"Oh that? Pfft, nothing to worry about, i was just err... Cleaning and stuff." after finishing his sentence we just stared at eatchother for a hot minute, before he apparently realized that im there. "OH YEAH, C-come in come in. Welcom to ma crybb" he said in a high pitched cracked voice, "take a seat! Ignore the rats please."
I looked around and it was all a mess. Clothes all over the floor, empty bottles stacked up like a tower, white stains on the walls, 3 rats and a hamster just rolling around doing their business. It was a hot mess. Just like my house.
"I see you've made a deep cleaning. " i say sarcastically. "Oh yeah! You dont even want to imagine how it was before! There were more rats, like 15 of them. Had to throw them out trough the toilet, what a shame." he laughed, maybe too much.
"What?" i say.
"huh?"
"What did you do to the rats?"
"What are you talking about?" he began to sweat.
"I- never mind."
I sat on one of the many chairs. They were all different. One looked pretty new, other one looked old and was barely standing. Two of them were plastic chairs, broken but fixed togheter with tape, and the other one was just a pile of cardboard boxes.
"So, where are the other guys?" i asked. "Oh, uh, Pink Guy is in the bathroom... And he's not going to cook this time! Its my time to shine! That little pink cunt thinks he's the best just because he barely knows how to make sweet takoyaki, pfft, who cares! I can microwave the best ravioli in town! With no help! I dont need none of that f--- Oh" he stopped for a second, "i believe i just started rambling... Sorry..." he just stood in there.
"Oh... D-dont worry. Happens all the time!" i tried to break the awkward silence, "What about the other guy? The one who opened the door for me lastnight." "Oh, George. Err, i dont know where that faggot is and i dont care." he said with a disgusted face.
"Oh, nice" i responded. Trying to change the awkward subject, and with curiosity, i asked, "Oh, and what's your name? I totally forgot to ask."
"The name's Francis, but you can call me Frank~" he winked at me, like if trying to wink took all of his strength. "And well, Pink Guy is Pink Guy. I'll introduce you to the others later."
"The others? How many people live here?"
"Hmm, honestly i dont know."
"Oh... Cool. Well, my name's y/n by the way."
"Yeah, cool"
I rested my hands on the table and waited for Pink Guy to come.

"Pink Guy is gonna be there for a while, so i better start cooking now!" He grabbed 5 ravioli cans in each hand from a box, placed them (more like threw them) on the kitchen's counter and plugged in the microwave. The microwave looked nasty, like it has never been cleaned since it was bought... If we assume it was bought. He started humming a nice tune while opening and throwing all the cans into a bowl. He looked really into it, and in every shake he gave to the cans he looked filled with pride, like if he was pouring his soul into the dish knowing it would be perfect, and it was amazing to see him perform.
In the middle of the show, the sound of a door being slammed took the both of us by surprise.

"Hey!!! Pink Guy!!! Guess who's here!!!"

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Im,,, tired,,, but writing,,,, is fun