[You woke up, your apartment completely silent.]

Y/n: Damn it, my back. [You stretched popping your back] HURT! Ahhhhhh shit. That felt good

You grabbed your phone and saw you have a couple of messages from Charlie, all they really said was thank you for hanging out with me. You responded with a simple no problem.

Y/n: I'm fuckin bored again.

You played back down on your bed closing your eyes. You tapped your fingers in a beat no thinking much of it.

Y/n: [Whispering] Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum don nun, dum dum dum dum dum dum don nun.

[You suddenly realized you had a beat going. Running immediately towards your bass you hooked up to your amps and started playing]

Y/n: One two three, One two three, One two three FOUR FIVE!

[You kept playing the same rhythm, you then went to your computer and opened up some music recording software. You play the rhythm you had into the microphone.]

Y/n: That should be good, now what else does this need......GUITAR!

[You then hooked up a guitar and started playing a rhythm that can match well with the bass. You recorded it and then exported it to a music editing software.]

Y/n: Now we need drums...

[You messed around with some software call Lf studio. Looking at the drum kits you found a simple percussion loop. You mixed it together.]

Y/n: Lyrics...lyrics....lyrics...

[You grabbed a notepad Asmodeus gave you, it was purple but the words Ozzie's was golden. You started and scratching out lyrics]

Y/n: [Whispering] In old.... Nah that won't work.

[You spent hours revising and editing your lyrics, at the end you finally found something enjoyable. You then prepared to start singing.]

Y/n: ♫ In old Venezia I made my trade♫

♫Selling marionettes in my ramshackle place ♫

♫On that hallowed night when I lost my life♫

♫All I remember was the gleam of the knife I vanish with no traces♫

♫I've got friends in low places ♫

♫I wasn't missed or mourned, my body never found♫

♫But I made new friends here underground♫

♫I was chosen for a second chance at life♫

♫I am the watcher now I watch for all of time♫

♫Face off with the faceless♫

♫I've got friends in low placеs♫

♫Oh, just another one in a long line of no ones♫

♫One of many replacements♫

♫With my friends in low places♫

[You let the instrumental play before resuming]

♫I vanish with no traces♫

♫I've got friends in low places♫

♫Oh, just another one in a long line of no ones♫

♫Face off with the faceless♫

♫With my friends in low plaCEEEEEEEEES!♫

[You then heard a knock on your door]

???????: HEY KEEP IT DOWN!

[You walked over to your door and looked through the keyhole, You then opened your door and greeted the person]

Y/n: Sorry, I didn't notice how loud I was playing. I thought this place was soundproof?

[The person at the door steps back a bit, shocked and a bit intimidated on how tall you are]

???????: It is, but your bass shakes my walls and makes everything vibrate.

Y/n: My fault, ill give a heads up next time so you can prepare next time.

[As you closed the door the stranger puts there foot between the crack.]

???????: Wait wait. Can I at least hear what you were making?

Y/n: Ummm I guess, nothing really special. I just got bored and fucked around for a bit.

???????: Well can I come in?

Y/n: Yeah.

???????: Names Crymini by the way.

Y/n: Y/n

Crymini: Nice to meetcha

Y/n: Ditto, I dont get to see my neighbors often so...

Crymini: Can't blame ya, everyone here keeps to themselves.

Y/n: I kinda like it that way to be honest.

Crymini: Your one of those loners then?

Y/n: Nah.

Crymini: Whatever you say.

[You brought Crymini inside. She crashes into your couch and you walked over to your computer.]

Crymini: So how long ya been here?

Y/n: At the apartments or in hell?

Crymini: Both!

Y/n: Well I've been at the apartments for a little over a year now, same with hell. You?

Crymini: Since the 1990's, I forgot what year though. I've lived at the complex for 5 years.

Y/n: So how did you bite the dust?

Crymini: Forgot about it, maybe ill remember it eventually. How 'bout you?

Y/n: Hung myself.

Crymini: Did you expect coming to hell?

Y/n: A tiny bit.

Crymini: And how old were you when you died?

Y/n: 22...

Crymini: HA! Your ancient history!

Y/n: And how old were you when you died?

Crymini: 19....

Y/n: Technically you're more ancient to me since you died in the 90's and i died in the 2000's

Crymini: Damn, outsmarted.

Y/n: Heh...yeah... You ready to hear this shit?

Crymini: Play it.

[You played the finished product to Crymini. You're looked at her and analyzed her features. a mess of a mohawk with red tips, a thick spiked choker , a leather jacket, and a huge bushy tail. Surprisingly you can tell she isn't a hellhound. Hounds are more wolf like, while she was more of a hyena.]

Y/n: What do you think?

Crymini: This shit sucks...

Y/n: Ouch, but I like the honesty

Crymini: I'm fucking with you, Its good. Better than anything I can do.

Y/n: You play?

Crymini: Guitar.

Y/n: Cool.

[You get a message on your phone, its from Blitzo. He wants you at the office A.S.A.P]

Y/n: Ah shit, sorry to cut this short but i have to go to work.

Crymini: All good dude.

Y/n: Do you want my number? Maybe we can plan something a make some music together. I have another friend that plays the keytar.

Crymini: Sure! I needed band mates anyways.

[You gave Crymini your number, she thanks you and leaves. You grabbed your essentials, morphed into some casual work clothes and headed straight to work]