This story has two problems: it doesn’t have a title (which
is the most difficult thing for me) and it’s extremely broad. To revolve the
first one I will need time, but the second one is “easy” to fix because I
proposed an episodic story. Below it’s my proposal for the first story in the
Housemates “universe”.
The Keys... A Sloth
story
“Sloth” is ready
to leave the house, it is extremely sleepy and he has a coffee in his hand. He
tries to open the door but it is look.
He looks in his fur but he doesn’t have the keys with him.
He looks around and they are not in the living room. He goes to his room, which
is organized, and starts looking for the keys making a mess in the room (He
looks in his bag taking everything out, unmakes his bed, throws his books from
the book shelf, empties his cabinet and drawer, and he moves his bed from its
place and leaves it in a vertical position.
He sees the window and climbs down it. While he is going
down someone screams “TIEF!”; he gets distracted and falls.
When he lands he sees his housemate “Lizard” smoking cigarettes in front of the door. They look at each
other. Lizard put out cigarette. Sloth is standing up when someone tackles him
down screaming “TIEF”. Lizard stands up,
open the door and close it behind him.
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