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shockingly, you cat wasn't nearly as afraid of them as you thought she'd be ─ in a way, she accepted them pretty quickly. she didn't like when it got too close, but she no longer hisses or is too scared to enter the room, like she was when you first moved in. you were just happy your cat was able to coexist with this creature who had become like a cherished roommate to you.
for the most part, they didn't really approach your cat, you think it might be a little scared of her, or maybe it's because she's so much smaller, it unnerved them, you didn't really know. regardless, it kept its distance most of the time, what distance it could in an apartment with just the three of you.
you kind of assumed that's how it would stay, with your cat and creature learning to live with each other but never drawing too close.
"i'm home," you announce as you shut the front door behind you, locking it and abandoning your bag and keys at the entrance. you don't get a response, and you're a little surprised your cat hasn't bounded up to you, meowing at your return, but you just assume she's curled up somewhere, sleeping.
it isn't until you reach the kitchen that the shadows curl, and you can see them peeking around the doorway to your bedroom, cautious of the remaining light peeking through your kitchen windows as the sun begins to set. you greet them, a tired smile on your face, ready to dig through your fridge to find something to eat before you collapsed on your bed.
but before you could, they spoke, a little hesitant, "─my spot."
you pause, looking at the mass of gray who was still staring at you, almost expectant, "what?"
"it's in my spot," ─ they raise an arm and you can make out a finger pointing into your bedroom, ─ "under the bed."
you tilt your head, but make your way into your bedroom, your phone in hand. when you reach your bed, you get on your knees to peek under, turning on the flashlight on your phone and shining it underneath. what greets you is your cat, curled in a ball and blending into the shadows. when the light reveals her, she lifts her head, meowing at you as if in protest.
you finally understand, and a laugh leaves you before you can stop it.
your cat, since moving in, had avoided all the places she wouldn't normally avoid if in a different circumstance. when the creature who had been living with you without your knowledge revealed itself, you finally understood why she did. even after she had gotten used to its presence, she still hadn't made any moves to take up the spots it often occupied, instead she often perched on your chairs or counters, and basked in the sun on your windowsills.
so to find her under the bed now ─ well, you can't help but laugh.
when you sit up, they're looking over you, and you smile at them, apologizing, "sorry, i guess she's gotten more comfortable with you being here."
it blinks at you, and then raises a finger again, pointing at your bed, "it's so small, but it takes up so much space."
you laugh again, louder this time, your hand quickly moving to cover your mouth and muffle the sound the moment it left you, "yeah, cat's somehow manage to do that."
you gesture towards the kitchen, "i'll feed her, that'll get her to come out from under there. but i can't promise she wont do it again."
its face twists, something of a grimace, and you think it might be confused, "but it's my spot?"
"i know, but cats don't exactly follow rules. they kind of live by the saying 'what yours is mine and what's mine is mine'," you shrug, making air quotes with your fingers.
you think it might understand, at least a little, by the way the grimace on its face becomes less twisted.
you stand to your feet, turning off your phone, "i'll feed her and you can get back under there, alright?"
it glances between you and the bed, body curled over, and nods, "okay.."
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my "anon and scale are friends" propaganda. except im not sure this is very effective propaganda but whatever lol. this is xale AND xenon because we love gay people (<- guy who took too long to write this that pride month is over) + nina cameo
being honest, this fic is so buns and maybe doesnt make sense and doesnt flow well but ermmmm im fighting writers block rn. bear with me. especially because i really should edit this but its kinda late and i want sleep. take it as it is. be kind world, here it comes 🥹
Since childhood, Anon had known the two of them, Scale before Xen.
It was a strange mishap that led the child assassin to Anon's window that night instead of his proper target. If he had been a better assassin at the time, he should have killed Anon to maintain no witnesses, but he wasn't. And, well, it had been years since then, so why bother making up for it now? Besides, Scale did always seem to get excited seeing whatever new games Anon had since he didn't have any himself in the Order of Assassins.
As for Xen, it was later down the line. Anon had met them through school, being the odd ones out the two of them were. Xen had always been the more shy one between the both of them, so there had been a sense of... not superiority.
Anon supposed he felt responsible for them a little bit. Not in an overprotective way, more like he thought they needed help in how to come off more "sociable" so he just accepted that the only person they were close enough to for that would be him. Of course, he liked them, though. They were his friend.
Maybe that's similar to how he felt towards Scale. His ability to attract the socially inept would've given him two nickels if he got a nickel every time it happened.
And after a while, he finally introduced the both of them to each other. Only made sense to introduce his two oldest friends at some point, especially when it'd just make things easier if they wanted to hang out and play games together.
"Hey, nice to... meet you." Xen was as awkward around strangers as ever.
"Likewise." Scale curtly responded before promptly changing the topic.
Damn, that was so uncomfortable for everyone involved that day. At least the two of them were able to cooperate well enough in the games, easing up just enough that Anon could casually make whatever jokes he wanted while still getting some form of a reaction. Honestly, he might've just accepted that they'd stay awkward around each other forever until a few days later Scale asked about them.
"I dinnae realize ye'd wanna game as a trio again."
"Well, we already do it every week," Scale shrugged. "Isn't it just easier to do it as a group then?"
And a quick text to Xen proved that they were happy with the arrangement as well to Anon's surprise and convenience. He wasn't against anything that made his own life easier, after all, and he was glad his friends would want to be friends with each other for (frankly) a similar reason. Though, of course he was also just happy that either of them were willing to make friends outside of him in the first place.
Since, they had become a solidified trio. Inseparable when they had any ounce of free time. If one person was busy, the other two would be together until the third was free to hang out. It was a comfortable stasis, but something always has to come up to fuck with it.
Anon stared across at Scale who was agonizing over his own words. Frankly, he had noticed the kid wasn't as focused as he usually was for a trained assassin, but Anon was never the type to really question his friends until they directly said if something was off. Guess Scale was finally pushed to that point.
"I've been... reading," Scale finally settled on.
"'Reading'." Anon parroted his own words back at him, only making Scale scoff. Though it lacked any real edge to it.
"I think I like someone." A pause. "I guess. I don't really get it still, but it feels like the way books describe it as. And I already went to see if I was sick, and I could tell they probably thought i was some idiot—"
Anon held up his hands to stop him. "Alright, I get it. So who's the lucky...?"
Scale grimaced, his shoulders tensing. "...Xen."
What did Anon do for his own friends to send him to the cuck chair? Well, as awkward as it was, it wouldn't hurt to help Scale with asking out Xen since Anon could tell he'd be so hopeless otherwise that it would've been more painful witnessing it then to just step in himself. Besides, at this point, he knew Xen as well as he knew Scale. They were basically perfect for each other.
Things went faster than expected. It wasn't difficult, Xen had always leaned on being the most agreeable of the three of them, and it was hard to ignore the way their eyes would pry away from Anon to look over at Scale.
It kinda made him feel uneasy.
By all accounts, he was happy they were happy or whatever, and he wasn't particularly upset about being a "third wheel" when the both of them were very willing to keep him included in activities. But he didn't have any better words to describe it.
"Ye know," Nina had crept up behind him one day when Scale and Xen were leaving for the day. "It's always a sight ta see those two together."
With only enough time to cock an eyebrow at her, she continued.
"I always thought Xen had a crush on ya."
Huh, okay.
Anon had never thought too hard on that sort of stuff. Of course, everyone around him for forever had given more thought to it than he ever did, but he was always more interested in his own things in the first place. He'd just figure it out later, he'd tell himself.
Did they actually like him?
Better question, would he have liked them back?
He didn't have very long to stew over it, though, when only a few days later, the three of them met up at his house again just for Xen to begin the interaction by smacking both guys in the shoulder.
"Breaking the news, Scale and I broke up." They laughed dryly before dropping themself onto his bed like they owned the place and wouldn't need to wash the sheets later. "Well, not 'broke up' just— We're figuring things out separately, right now."
Anon glanced over to Scale to gauge his reaction, but whatever disappointment he might've been feeling was clouded by the same lovesick expression he had whenever he looked at them. Guess whatever high that feeling gave him was better than being a socially isolated assassin.
But he was more frustrated over the fact that he felt some sense of relief. The sigh almost left his lips before he swallowed it back down.
"Should we find some game ta lighten the mood or are we good ta continue the last one we played?" He crossed his arms, gesturing to the consoles with his head. When Xen rolled their eyes lightheartedly at him, his expression cracked into a smirk before they all fell back into their routine.
sending my aspec anon and scale to everyone who reads this
my "anon and scale are friends" propaganda. except im not sure this is very effective propaganda but whatever lol. this is xale AND xenon because we love gay people (<- guy who took too long to write this that pride month is over) + nina cameo
being honest, this fic is so buns and maybe doesnt make sense and doesnt flow well but ermmmm im fighting writers block rn. bear with me. especially because i really should edit this but its kinda late and i want sleep. take it as it is. be kind world, here it comes 🥹
Since childhood, Anon had known the two of them, Scale before Xen.
It was a strange mishap that led the child assassin to Anon's window that night instead of his proper target. If he had been a better assassin at the time, he should have killed Anon to maintain no witnesses, but he wasn't. And, well, it had been years since then, so why bother making up for it now? Besides, Scale did always seem to get excited seeing whatever new games Anon had since he didn't have any himself in the Order of Assassins.
As for Xen, it was later down the line. Anon had met them through school, being the odd ones out the two of them were. Xen had always been the more shy one between the both of them, so there had been a sense of... not superiority.
Anon supposed he felt responsible for them a little bit. Not in an overprotective way, more like he thought they needed help in how to come off more "sociable" so he just accepted that the only person they were close enough to for that would be him. Of course, he liked them, though. They were his friend.
Maybe that's similar to how he felt towards Scale. His ability to attract the socially inept would've given him two nickels if he got a nickel every time it happened.
And after a while, he finally introduced the both of them to each other. Only made sense to introduce his two oldest friends at some point, especially when it'd just make things easier if they wanted to hang out and play games together.
"Hey, nice to... meet you." Xen was as awkward around strangers as ever.
"Likewise." Scale curtly responded before promptly changing the topic.
Damn, that was so uncomfortable for everyone involved that day. At least the two of them were able to cooperate well enough in the games, easing up just enough that Anon could casually make whatever jokes he wanted while still getting some form of a reaction. Honestly, he might've just accepted that they'd stay awkward around each other forever until a few days later Scale asked about them.
"I dinnae realize ye'd wanna game as a trio again."
"Well, we already do it every week," Scale shrugged. "Isn't it just easier to do it as a group then?"
And a quick text to Xen proved that they were happy with the arrangement as well to Anon's surprise and convenience. He wasn't against anything that made his own life easier, after all, and he was glad his friends would want to be friends with each other for (frankly) a similar reason. Though, of course he was also just happy that either of them were willing to make friends outside of him in the first place.
Since, they had become a solidified trio. Inseparable when they had any ounce of free time. If one person was busy, the other two would be together until the third was free to hang out. It was a comfortable stasis, but something always has to come up to fuck with it.
Anon stared across at Scale who was agonizing over his own words. Frankly, he had noticed the kid wasn't as focused as he usually was for a trained assassin, but Anon was never the type to really question his friends until they directly said if something was off. Guess Scale was finally pushed to that point.
"I've been... reading," Scale finally settled on.
"'Reading'." Anon parroted his own words back at him, only making Scale scoff. Though it lacked any real edge to it.
"I think I like someone." A pause. "I guess. I don't really get it still, but it feels like the way books describe it as. And I already went to see if I was sick, and I could tell they probably thought i was some idiot—"
Anon held up his hands to stop him. "Alright, I get it. So who's the lucky...?"
Scale grimaced, his shoulders tensing. "...Xen."
What did Anon do for his own friends to send him to the cuck chair? Well, as awkward as it was, it wouldn't hurt to help Scale with asking out Xen since Anon could tell he'd be so hopeless otherwise that it would've been more painful witnessing it then to just step in himself. Besides, at this point, he knew Xen as well as he knew Scale. They were basically perfect for each other.
Things went faster than expected. It wasn't difficult, Xen had always leaned on being the most agreeable of the three of them, and it was hard to ignore the way their eyes would pry away from Anon to look over at Scale.
It kinda made him feel uneasy.
By all accounts, he was happy they were happy or whatever, and he wasn't particularly upset about being a "third wheel" when the both of them were very willing to keep him included in activities. But he didn't have any better words to describe it.
"Ye know," Nina had crept up behind him one day when Scale and Xen were leaving for the day. "It's always a sight ta see those two together."
With only enough time to cock an eyebrow at her, she continued.
"I always thought Xen had a crush on ya."
Huh, okay.
Anon had never thought too hard on that sort of stuff. Of course, everyone around him for forever had given more thought to it than he ever did, but he was always more interested in his own things in the first place. He'd just figure it out later, he'd tell himself.
Did they actually like him?
Better question, would he have liked them back?
He didn't have very long to stew over it, though, when only a few days later, the three of them met up at his house again just for Xen to begin the interaction by smacking both guys in the shoulder.
"Breaking the news, Scale and I broke up." They laughed dryly before dropping themself onto his bed like they owned the place and wouldn't need to wash the sheets later. "Well, not 'broke up' just— We're figuring things out separately, right now."
Anon glanced over to Scale to gauge his reaction, but whatever disappointment he might've been feeling was clouded by the same lovesick expression he had whenever he looked at them. Guess whatever high that feeling gave him was better than being a socially isolated assassin.
But he was more frustrated over the fact that he felt some sense of relief. The sigh almost left his lips before he swallowed it back down.
"Should we find some game ta lighten the mood or are we good ta continue the last one we played?" He crossed his arms, gesturing to the consoles with his head. When Xen rolled their eyes lightheartedly at him, his expression cracked into a smirk before they all fell back into their routine.
sending my aspec anon and scale to everyone who reads this
You are an unreliable narrator because your coping mechanisms for your deep-seated trauma forbid you from acknowledging the reality of the situation. I am an unreliable narrator because I sincerely have no idea what the fuck is going on.
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