Not Another Roommates Parody

One day Michael "Spergin'" Schmidt was downing another medication shake when he heard the door knock-knocking. He opened the door to see all the local furries at his door step (and that one puppet guy nobody cares about). The other remaining roommates cornered him from behind.

"Mike you're too autistic for this apartment complex you gotta go" That-Lanky-Puppet-Man stated.
"Shieee-" Mike started, and was then thrown out  and towards a supply shed with an audible 'thunk' sound.

	Now Mike is living in the woodshed that his daddy never took him to. He heard he wasn't going to be alone and that the other guy made the place free so more money to him. Mike hadn't heard of anybody named "Nate" around. Supposedly Nate was the groundskeeper. Stories of him were buried when Cheeky stopped throwing garbage onto the ground and into the dumpster he had later placed. Some say Marion just keeps him around in case there's stray trash that needs to be taken care of.

	Mike had a long hard day so he plopped his head on the makeshift bed. He felt something else under the sheets that jiggled and clacked. He unveiled a skeleton.
"This is NOT clean!!!" Mike declared obviously.

	So he stashed the skeleton in the metal trash bin. He went back to bed and pulled the covers back over. This bed was made of the cleanest trash he had ever seen. It was stuffed with pillows but wrapped in plastic. Better than being homeless. He drifted off to sleep from his sleep-shake.

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"Ooga booga I'm a robot" A robotic Bonnie stated.
"S-H-I-T" Mike responded.
Bonnie then began to lift him. Like holy shit she was strong, especially with those thin and frail cartoony arms. A suit was below him.
"This is where you belong now" A masculine voice came out of the previously girly purple robot.
A metallic clang followed.
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	Mike woke up, his ears ringing as he found himself crumpled up in metal trash can. He poked his head out slightly from under the lid, noticing a figure under the white trash bag covers. Mike tried to get up, but ended up knocking the thin lid into the trash can while tipping over the can. Mike gracefully (inched out like a worm) got out of his small metal prison. He uncovered the bed to see the same skeleton from before. The skeleton proceeded to get up, take the dumbfounded human out of the shed and dropped Mike onto the ground.

"Get your own bed you filthy fleshy" The skeleton spoke in a guttural tone, closing the door.
	Mike was completely shell-shocked, he didn't take nearly enough happy-shake for this. He'd need about 3 more blenders full of it. Mike then decided sleep on the nice cool grass instead of chancing another heart attack from the spooky skeleton.

He would later die of a cold.