Minnie nods at the guy. The guy turns to Miguel asking a question if he lives with Minnie. "Yes I live with her and that's up to you if you call us both number one. I don't know about that kind of your habit" Miguel says and shrugs.

"Habit?" Minnie asked both. "Well I don't know. I think--Uhh what's your name again? Sorry I may have forgotten it" Miguel exclaimed.

Minnie noticed a girl and a guy that is lying down on the floor. Her expression turned pale but she tried to hide it "Why is that guy lying on the floor?". The Girl approaches them and introduced herself. Her name is Abigail.

Minnie also introduced herself. She let out a hand to the girl."Hello, My name's Minnie, C-can I ask what happened on that guy? Is he the one who's screaming?"

"Definitely. Absolutely." Miguel replied and nods. "Also, My name's Miguel. I wish we could be friends.. You look pretty cute" Miguel smiled at Abigail. Hopefully, The smile was charming enough.

Minnie choked. She coughed and coughed. She felt a pain in the chest and she has no goddamn clue why. Well, let's face it. Miguel is attractive. She's almost observing him for almost 2 years when Miguel always comes in with her brother at home.

"You alright?" Miguel asked. She nods.

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(Uh... The guy on the floor was my character. EDIT: Apparently Abigail was also sitting on Yagamine; in that case, disregard the previous sentence.)

"My name? Well, my name means nothing here now. Call me Six." He says to the male Number One. "And I suppose I'll have to call you both Number One." That was when Number Eight introduced herself to the group. Miguel said that he hopes they can be friends because she looked cute, then gave a smile that looked really creepy (well, at least to Six). Six had to keep himself from laughing.

Then, the female Number One started choking. The male Number One asked if she was alright, and she nodded. 'Poor girl,' Six thought, 'forever doomed to the friendzone. Oh well. Not my problem.' He looked at the group. "Well, this has been an... Interesting day. It was nice meeting you all. Wish our initial interactions didn't have to involve me injuring my foot or more than likely getting a minor concussion."

Checking every nook and cranny, the pink haired Rebel nodded to herself, figuring she got every paper. She gave a cool nod to the landowner who she didn't realize was still sweeping, but for some reason her disguise made her feel like she could do anything. Although almost immediately, her old self came back as she tripped over her own feet in fear as there was another bout of screaming. However, this time, said noises were paired with several gun shots. More shouting and several more thunderous burst of gunfire echoes from the apartments. Rebel could do was lay on the ground with the crunch of paper in her hoodie, hoping to merge with the ground like a glitchy video game character.

Forced to follow the laws of physics, stayed on the ground for a moment longer before getting back up. Her pink wigs was askew, her real dark hair showing very obviously, but all she wanted was the hide away in her new home. Slowly but steadily, with the sound of paper shuffling with every move, she made her way back to the door.

Much to her horror, a group of people that seemed equivalent to a Renaissance painting she had studied in art classes, had formed. I can almost see the golden ratio, Rebel thought, surprised at her remembrance of the useless lessons she's still never used to this day.

That being said, the onion quickly reached for the doorknob, but was met with resistance from the door, slamming into. Her paper filled stomach bulge rustled with protest, a piece of paper (it's a butt drawing if needing a tw) fluttering out without her noticing. She rubbed her forehead at where she was sure a bruise would form. She tried again, only to realize that she locked herself out, forgetting her key was just in her pants pocket. But the possibility of interacting with others was the only thing she could think of. There was no escaping them, so she just stood before her door, flattening herself like a flounder would on the bottom of the sea.

Abigail shook Minnie's hand as she offered it. "Nice to meet you Minnie..." Abigail looked down at Yagamine, who she'd been using as a chair. "Yes, he's the one who's been screaming, until some girl with a paint gun came out and beat the crap out of him." She said with a shrug.

Then Miguel introduced himself, and Abigail almost fell over onto Yagamine when he called her cute. "Oh! U-Uh..thanks! I'd like...to be friends too!" Her face flushed and her cheeks got all red. A guy called her cute! She wasn't prepared for this!

"You...you think I'm cute?" She managed to spit out.

Miguel nods at Abigail. He was just trying to make a good impression and it's real, The girl looks cute. Miguel noticed that Abigail almost fell out of the floor in shock. His inner self grinned. "It's working. I just need to act cool" He thought. He reached a hand for Abigail who's still astonished.

"I hope that dude is still breathing" Miguel let out a chuckle and gestures Abigail to take his hand and stand up. Minnie rolled out her eyes. "Do you really think your cute?" She thought. Her fist clenched like she's about to attack someone.

Meanwhile, What's making her more pissed is that how creepy and flirty Abigail is. She almost faked herself from falling to get Miguel's attention. Apparently, It's just a jealous girl's imagination. Minnie jealously walked out of the hallway and proceeded to Room Number One. She just got herself a book and petted Mouse.

Miguel noticed the odd behavior of Minnie. He wants to call her but it's a little bit awkward if he'll just left Abigail alone. Well, he just decided to be with Abigail until they're finished talking.

After confirming the man on the floor was fine, one of the pair of twins, and subsequently another one of the girls, approached the both of them.

"Hello! My name is Minnie and you two are?"

"Hey there, I'm Abigail...for those of you who didn't already know that. My room number is eight."

It overwhelmed Maurice a little and normally he would be able to handle himself fine, but not with a hand axe hidden in his shirt. By the time he gathered his thoughts, they had already moved to interacting with one another, which was a relief. A quick retreat was in order.

"Well uh, as you all may know by now I'm Brown." Came his delayed response. "A-And I really should be getting back now but, nice to have met you all, Seven, Minnie, Abigail, and uh, Miguel. He politely but hastily began to walk away.

Spotting a person standing in front of Room 4, he cursed in his mind. Social obligation required he introduce himself. But he was quite sure that should be the last of the people he haven't met yet, aside from the lunatics from Room 10. He quickly and gentlemanly walked over to her.

"You must be Room 4's resident. I'm Brown, nice to meet you." He offered her a handshake, perhaps appearing a little too hurried.

Abigail accepted Miguel's hand, letting him pull her to her feet. She then watched Minnie walk away suddenly, looking rather angry for some reason. Abigail wondered if she did something wrong without realizing it.

Well nevermind that, she had a cute boy who seemed interested in her! When he mentioned he hoped that Yagamine was still breathing she glanced back at said creep on the floor before looking back at Miguel. "Um...yeah he's still breathing." But enough about that weirdo...

"So...you just moved in too? We should exchange phone numbers...u-uh for emergencies and stuff of course haha...never know what might happen around here with all the weirdos that seem to keep popping up..." Yes, it was just for emergencies naturally, not because she'd had no luck with boys (or girls) when it came to dating. Her obsession with finding aliens turned off anyone who had been remotely interested in the past...

But perhaps if she just didn't tell Miguel about her alien obsession, maybe something would work out? And if they got closer than maybe she could let him in on it. If she explained why she needed to find extraterrestrials once he got to know her then maybe he wouldn't find her weird like all the others.

She then realized she'd been staring into space as she'd thought this all out. Blushing in embarrassment, she quickly wrote her number onto a piece of paper from her purse and gave it to Miguel. "H-Here you go, text me yours I gotta go take care of something bye!"

Without another word she ran to her room and went inside, quickly shutting the door behind her. She slowly slid down the door till she was sitting on the floor and felt her heart beating hard in her chest. "Ugh...why do I always get this way when I see someone really attractive? It's distracting me from my mission!"

Yagamine

Yagamine remained still before he began to twitch erratically. Soon, he suddenly got up without warning and ran back to his apartment room, slamming the door shut as he left no room for others to stop him. The sheer speed of his running combined with everyone being occupied allowed him to defy fate and survive!

"Hm hm hm hmm...! Hu hu heh heh HA HA HA HA! AH, HA HA HA HA!"

Locking his door, Yagamine snickered as he thought to himself,

And the god of a new world lives to see another day. Truly, everything went smoothly and entirely to my plan.

Nothing went according to plan, actually, but he firmly believed that he had predicted every event that had transpired within the past few minutes. As he went to his bathroom, the brown-haired detective kept a smile on his face.

Until he looked into a mirror.

What the...?! He thought as he read a certain word scribbled on his face. What is this ａｅｓｔｈｅｔｉｃ?! The hell?!

...

...IT MUST BE A SIGN FROM THE SHINIGAMIS!

Thinking he was above all consequences, Yagamine laughed like a buffoon as he took a shower with all of his clothes on.

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Alex

Alex did not do much after the ordeal ended. Ignoring all conversations around her, she slipped straight back into the apartment room she came from. At least the new apartment residents knew how to leave her the hell alone.

“Finally some peace and qui-“

A very faint sound of Yagamine laughing came from next door. Alex’s grip on her gun tightened dangerously for a split moment before she tossed it back into a closet. With the apartment room door shut, she decided to turn on the TV and waste her time doing nothing productive. Ironically enough, that alone made her less obnoxious than any other screaming detective in the apartment.

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The Landowner

Hibiki swept up the area in front of the gates for a bit longer before walking back into her land.

The new residents seemed to be fitting in nicely. If the red paint all over the place was any indication, Yagamine and Alex must have greeted themselves in their own unique ways. That was good.

…Well, I’ll be cleaning up some of the paint, then.

And with that, she quietly walked behind the apartment. There was a faucet she used often to dump water into a bucket for cleaning. It always did the trick if she accompanied the water with a scrub. With her tools in hand, she began cleaning some parts of the apartment’s outer walls.

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Rebel stood watching the other tenants, hoping she was a late bloomer of a superhero and the power of invisibility would be granted to her. She half wished that demonic cat creature from that one anime would appear and offer her a contract. It'd totally be worth losing her soul, even though she was sure not even a little alien being would want such a corrupted concept.

The onion watched as if she were a cameraman recording a documentary on "normal' humans interacting. Although she hoped it was those documentaries that didn't show the behind the scenes where the lion would maul one of their own.

It appeared that the crowd was beginning to disperse, some more horrifyingly louder than others. That being the obvious sound of the original scream of terror she had heard earlier, him running back to scream in his own apartment. She was thankful not to be his next door neighbor. Speaking of neighbors, one decided to speak to her.

And here comes the mauling. Rebel thought despite Brown, as he had introduced, seemed to be one of the friendly ones. Either that or he was hiding his true self, probably already thinking of a way to murder her if her pounding heart full of fear didn't kill itself first.

Rebel froze, wondering if he was talking to her, despite holding a hand out to her as well making eye contact. Benefit of the doubt, right? She looked away, pretending to not have noticed him, eyes wondering until she spotted of course the butt doodle that all the world could see. Her eyes widened, looking back to Maurice, then back to the drawing. Before she could think rationally and not so obviously, Rebel dove for the picture, stuffing it in her mouth despite the possibilities of suffering from ink poisoning. A distinct clink of her key slipping out of her pocket and landing on the floor would probably be the closest thing to a guardian angel Rebel was ever going to get.

Rebel slipped in and out of site all in a clumsy and rude fashion, much unlike the smooth ninja like way she thought she had. Of course leaving the poor polite person met with the front of her shut door.

"That could have gone worse," the introverted artist coughed out after she pulled out the page of art from her mouth. Tongue dyed mostly black from the ink, she went to clean her mouth out, this not being the first time she's come to force herself to eat her work and flee the scene all in one go.

With his hand extended, Maurice had expected nothing less than it being returned. Instead, the woman, after making eye contact, dove down to the ground and appeared to shove...something into her mouth. She dropped, and then picked up, her key and retreated into her room clumsily. Without a single reply.

"I...well, that's...alright?" Maurice considered himself a little strange but that was very, certainly strange. He's never been blatantly ignored to his face like that before, but perhaps that was a blessing this time.

There really wasn't a whole lot for him to do, standing outside someone else's door, so Maurice hurriedly walked back to his room as well.

"So...you just moved in too? We should exchange phone numbers...u-uh for emergencies and stuff of course haha...never know what might happen around here with all the weirdos that seem to keep popping up..." Abigail says.

Miguel was surprised by the sudden exchange of numbers. He smiled to himself, "It must be working" He says. Although Abigail says it's for emergency, there's something hidden in it. After a while, Abigail gave her number. Miguel did the same. They all went to their respective rooms.

Miguel saw Minnie reading a book and purring her cat. Miguel smiled, "I just got Abigail's Number!" He says. Minnie didn't react to it but deep inside it's kinda hurting her. Miguel threw a 'what?' look at her but it Minnie didn't seem to notice.

"Uhhh.. Is there a problem?" Miguel asked. Still, Minnie ignored her and pretends to read the book seriously. Miguel sighed and walked to his bed and gets his laptop started. He just browsed the internet.

The day came to a fairly uneventful end.

Well, perhaps it was eventful in its own right. Although it was technically just another regular day at the apartment, new people had moved in. They moved in for whatever reason they had, and the Landowner simply accepted that and questioned no further. The empty rooms of the apartment were filled, and things seemed to look more colorful than before for the small apartment.

Of course, the apartment was literally more colorful because of all the paint sprayed all over the place. But still.

For the landowner, it was just nice to let the days pass by.

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A day went by, and things became a bit settled for Maple 801 - 101.

Standing next to a pile of boxes, the Landowner politely bowed to a man as he went back to his truck. She had received a huge amount of shipments, most of them to be stored in the only storage basement in the apartment. Some of them were related to tools she would use eventually, ranging from cleaning supplies to household mechanisms. Others were related to just making the apartment a better place.

With each box wrapped up tidily, there was no way things could go wrong and have the contents fall out of the boxes. The tape would definitely prevent that.

...While she certainly was right with that thought, she did not think about what would happen if someone toppled it all over.

The time of the day was late morning- right before lunch. It was a time where almost everyone would be awake, and Yagamine burst out of his apartment room with a troubled expression glossed over his features.

"It's... not real?? He's... not real?!"

His eyes being unable to remain still, Yagamine grit his teeth before he suddenly locked his door shut and ran like there was no tomorrow.

"SANTA ISN'T REAAAAAAAAAAAAL! AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Without even knowing it, Yagamine burst through the boxes like they were Jenga blocks just waiting to be blown away. The loud noise of boxes falling against the ground echoed across the road. He ran and ran, away from the apartment, to some unknown destination as he kept screaming.

And for some reason, the Landowner wasn't even surprised.

A few minutes later, she began to move the boxes on her own. She was not that strong, so she moved them at a relatively slow pace. Still, she moved them as productively as she could. It would take her quite a while to get things finished up thanks to Yagamine practically scattering all of the boxes that were categorized in specific stacks.

...Maybe I should ask for some help soon, she thought as moving the boxes got harder and harder.

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"Uh oh, fell in love again, what am I gonna tell my friends?" Six sings along with his radio, whilst making pancakes. "It just happened, you walked through my door, now I don't wanna be, alone no more..." And with that he flipped the pancake in the air, planning to catch it with the pan...

MEANWHILE, OUTSIDE:

"SANTA ISN'T REAAAAAAAAAAAAL! AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

BACK TO SIX'S ROOM:

Six heard Yagamine's scream and a loud thud outside. This distracted him, and the pancake fell on his head. He sighed. "Well, something was bound to happen today. I should probably get back to planning my escape..." Then Six realized they could be listening in on him! "TO THE POOL THAT IS, HAHAHAHA, TOTALLY DON'T WANT TO ESCAPE THIS APARTMENT." He quickly added.

With a sigh, he took the pancake off his head and tossed it in the trash can. He threw on his trench coat, brushed the bits of pancake out of his hair, then walked into the bathroom. The fresh bruise was still on his face, and he touched it lightly. It stung, and he winced. 'Enough dilly-dallying, I have to go outside.' Six thought.

Food and planning his escape would have to wait it seemed; first and foremost he needed to check out what the loud noises outside were. The scream was undeniably Yagamine's, but what was that thud? Walking outside of the apartment, he saw the Landlady carrying boxes that looked far too big for her to be carrying. And there was a lot more on the ground. "Need a little help, miss?" Six asks.

List of Suspected Aliens Living in Maple 801 - 101

Note: List order is determined from most definately an alien to least likely an alien.

• Screaming weird guy: HOSTILE ALIEN, MUST INTERROGATE CAUTIOUSLY
• The Cat-eared Twins: Most definitely aliens, they seem in complete denial of this fact. Perhaps they were raised by humans and therefore don't realize their heritage? It is unknown if they are friendly or not, the sister likes to punch her brother a lot, and he seems to enjoy it. Probably not the healthiest relationship.
• Mr. Six: I think it's safe to say he's an alien, either that or he watched too much TV. Level of hostility unknown, believes he's a prisoner even though he has the key to his own 'cell'. Insists on calling everyone by their room numbers
• Angry woman who likes to shoot screaming guy: Probably an alien hunter, should stay out of her way.
• Mr. Brown: Lacking sufficient information to say anything about this guy.
• The Landowner: Alien status unknown, I know the least about her. Only thing I've got is that she wears a cat-eared hoodie. She seems quiet but nice. I suspect she's aware of the aliens living around here, but I can't just ask her in case I'm wrong. The last time I made that mistake I almost got sent to a shrink. :(
• Minnie: Seems to be a normal girl, though she was distressed about something. She has a cat, and all cats are descended from aliens so I might have to watch her cat closely.
• Miguel: If he's an alien he's the sexiest one I've come across. :D

Abigail put her pen down as she finished updating her list. It was around then she heard Yagamine screaming about Santa not being real. She rolled her eyes. "Well of course he isn't real, everyone knows that."

She decided it was worth investigating what was going on outside and so she exited her room. What she found were a bunch of boxes scattered everywhere, "What the blazes happened here?"