"Oh, hey!"Amy cackled down at you in a high-pitched voice that fully suited a gremlin."I didn't know a human lived here!"She smiled as she knelt down to take a better look at you. The introduction was good, things seemed to be going well thus far.
"Yeah, I'm R.L."You introduced yourself, looking up at her with a big smile. You had to sell it, Cadence's sake."I live just down the hall, and I wanted to be the first one to welcome you to the apartments!"
"Thanks for that."The violet monster gave you a grin.
"And I was wondering, as a neighbor, I think I should get to know you better. Mind if we had a chat?"
She laughed happily, slapping her knee."Well come on in!"She waved for you to enter her apartment. You looked over your shoulder at Cadence still hiding behind the corner, giving her a thumbs up right before you entered. Inside the apartment, a wonder greeted you. Already, Amy had made herself at home. The entire apartment was suited up with machinery of all kinds that aligned against the walls, a testament to a gremlin's prowess with parts. Cog screws and gears were scattered here and there, but for the most part, the apartment was clean. Amy hung her tool belt on a rack and clapped her hands, the sound of a few gears grinding, and a metal chair popped out of the wall for her to sit in. She more than readily plopped down into it, her heavy weight causing it strain a little with a rusty sigh.
"So, what did you want to chat about, R.L.?"
"You see, I have a roommate who's a little nervous to meet you..."
"Ah, shy?"
"No, she's actually pretty social, it's just that...she's heard your an anti-undead..."
"Why would she be afraid of me for that? Don't tell me she's a rot-lover?"Her tone took a turn for the worse at the hateful term for the deceased let still living.
"Well, actually, she IS a zombie..."
Amy's entire face took on a sinister glare.
"I uh..."You began to buckle under her stare. It didn't help that she had a 300ft. height advantage over you."Just maybe...wanted to know if you would consider...being a bit nicer to our undead friends here in the apartment? We have at least four or five living here..."
"Listen here, human."She stood up, towering over you.
"Those rotters are nothing but space-wasting, disgusting, atrocities that should be lying dead in a grave somewhere instead of walking around like they're still alive. They're NOT, and they don't even DESERVE to exist."
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