When was the last time someone else lived in Townhouse 237? Someone other than the Doctor? There was Darrell, but he’d vanished without a trace. Makoto, who simply moved out on her own volition. To move in with a friend? Safe to say, it’s been quite sometime since anyone else stepped foot within Neo’s Domicile. The house may as well have been his own considering the circumstances. Five whole months of solitude. And Cortex was just fine with that!! The lack of roommates allowed him to set up a covert surveillance system within on the chance there were intruders or new residents. The silence allowed him to focus on the plans he had in store for this city. Blueprints strewn about in his room with various detailed sketches of the C.V.R., N.E.O. and many other future inventions. And best of all, no one to judge him when he belted out some of his favorite tunes of The Trammps. Even with all of the irksome events over the months, Cortex found his home to be a safe haven now. He’d never admit it though. He was... actually happy to life this secluded! Sure the lack of basic human interaction drove him up the walls a little. And yes, the urge to order someone around went unsatisfied. But otherwise, it was... passable.
...Until today.
“AHH!!” Bolting out of his last position at a speed that almost impresses himself, he hurries towards his laptop, nearly stumbling over the organized chaos of his room in the process. The surveillance alarm had gone off, alerting Cortex that he was no longer alone in the house. An invader? A Theif? ...A Roommate? Whatever the case may be, he opens the camera feed on his screen and surveys the footage. Fingers intensely making the keyboard click as he scans through it all. Living room; Nothing. Spare Rooms; Nothing. Hallway; Nothing. Kitchen; something was slightly off, but Cortex dismissed that as a side effect from one of his little late night cravings. Otherwise, nothing. No one was on the feed. Not a soul. Slumping in his seat, his hair droops. A small disgruntled man crossing his arms and muttering something under his breath. “A False alarm... Tch... I was certain when I coded the program that a scenario like this wouldn’t arise. I’ll have to run a diagnostic then...” He snorts, sitting back up in his seat to watch the screen closer now. “But still, this shouldn’t have happened to begin with... Something must have tripped the system... Maybe some Vermin snuck into the house. Or perhaps Coco is trying to interfere again...”
“Then again, what’s the difference between those two. It’s still a pest problem. Hmhmhm... Alright. One more look.” Again, fingers type away at the keyboard as Cortex tries to pay closer attention to the feed.
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