[ WP ] You form a pact with the monster in your closet to work together in order to get rid of your terrible roommate .

My eyes stared straight up at the blank, white ceiling. I lie there, with my arms at my sides running parallel to my body. I had pulled the covers up just a few inches under my neck. It was warm, comforting. A slight grin appeared on my face. My lips curved upward as I lie there, in a state of temporary satisfaction. He was gone... for now. He was the worst. He was the bane of my existence. He was everything I despised in a person. He was... my roommate. 
 
 For the past five months I had endured the hell he had brought to my apartment. Every day I walked in on a sink filled with his dirty dishes. I was greeted with a floor that was littered with his dirty clothes. I was constantly awakened in the middle of the night by his obnoxiously loud music. I was always getting calls from my neighbors telling me he was using OUR apartment to throw massive parties while I was gone. I was always welcomed with the malodorous stench of his pot. And for once, he finally decided to leave for the weekend. It may have only been a few days, but it was just enough time without him for me to regain my sanity. 
 
 So as I lie tranquilly in my bed, I rejoiced in the day of peace and calamity I had. Words could not fathom how much of a delight it was to have him off my back. As I felt my eyes start to shut, as I prepared for a long, uninterrupted deep sleep, my closet door flew open. 
 
 `` WAIT, DO N'T SLEEP ON ME YET!'' The ever so familiar voice screamed. I shot straight off my back, my eyes dead set on the closet. I could recognize that voice from anywhere. It brought back the darkest memories of my childhood. Those long, cold nights as I gripped my covers just hoping I would make it to see another day. It was... the monster in my closet. 
 
 `` What the fuck are you doing in here,'' I barked, `` I have n't seen you since I was like... six, seven years old.'' He had n't changed one bit since we last spoke. His green, scaly skin still coated his small, deformed body the same way it used to. His jagged teeth still filled his mouth in the same, cluttered manner they used to. 
 
 `` I gave up on trying to scare you after a while,'' he started, `` but little to the knowledge of humans, us closet monsters do n't just magically disappear from the closets of our youth. After you kids start to grow, you overcome your fear of us, so we opt to quietly reside in your closet, reminiscing on what used to be.'' 
 
 `` So... you've been in my closet for practically the entirety of my life.'' I interrogated. I had been living my whole life unaware that the greatest enemy of childhood had just been camping out in my closet. 
 
 `` Pretty much,'' he answered, `` I was there when you were born and living in the city. I was there when you and your family moved into the suburbs, and I've been with you ever since you moved out and have been living on your own.'' 
 
 `` You're a fucking monster,'' I shrieked. The monster laughed loudly. 
 
 `` Yes, yes I'm a monster. Thanks for reminding me of who I am,'' he sarcastically replied. 
 
 `` Fuck you,'' I yelled, `` seriously, what the hell do you want?'' The monster, with his shoulder pressed up against the frame of the closet door with an ear-to-ear grin smeared on his face, instantly changed expression after I demanded to hear his intentions. 
 
 `` Oh, right,'' he began, `` look, I do n't know about you, but I ca n't stand your roommate. The messes, the music, the house parties, I mean, who the hell does he think he is. We have to do something about him.'' I slouched a bit as the words he just said were soothing; it was music to my ears. 
 
 `` Thank you,'' I let out, `` it seems as if we have some common ground here.'' I stared into his eyes, taking in his facial expression. He looked desperate; desperate for a solution to the source of both of our own problems. For so many years we had been the fiercest enemies, packed to the rim with mutual hatred for one another, but I saw hope in him now. He was the one chance, the glimmer of hope I had to rid the man I hated most. 
 
 `` Look, I am fully aware we do n't have exactly the greatest past together,'' the monster started, `` but if we can agree to work together, we can finally dispose of that bastard. I'll do whatever it takes. Are you in?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, yeah I'm in,'' I said with confidence. I grabbed the covers and threw them back. I put my feet on my ground and used my arms to propel myself up into a standing position. Slowly, I trotted towards the monster. I slowly stuck my hand out. The monster stared at my arm for a second. He smiled, and showed me his hand. I wrapped my fingers around his hand. It was cold to the touch, just like the heart I thought he had every day of my childhood. `` Whatever it takes?'' I questioned. 
 
 `` Whatever it takes,'' the monster answered. 
 

