James' life is pretty okay - he's rooming with two other guys and has a stable job at a local convenience store, and has a few friends. He likes to stay cheerful, and his favourite guilty indulgence of a show is 'MTT - My Neighbor is an Undercover Star!'. He has his secrets and he likes to keep them that way.
And then he meets Sans. Or rather, Sans scares the life outta him at work and they become friends.
And then he realizes that his life has been a bit empty before the bright ray of sunshine that is Papyrus and his older, lazy, brother Sans wander into his life - and bring all sorts of chaos with them.
It was 5:03 am when Jeremy's eyes snapped open, wide-awake and alarmed.
There had been a loud noise in his room, he was certain of it. The adrenalin crashing through his system was telling him so.
He flew into a sitting position, glancing wildly around his mostly-dark room. Lights! Cursing himself, Jeremy flailed his hand near his lamp desperately until he caught the cord and clicked the light on.
His eyes immediately locked onto the deadened ones of the bloody man standing next to his shelves.
The man looked sheepish, as though he hadn't meant to knock over Jeremy's wooden owl ornament he'd been gifted via his mother that one Christmas.
The unwelcome stranger blinked slowly, and Jeremy took it as a sign to scream very loudly.
There was nothing manly about it either. Just a flat-out screech of terror that could've gone supersonic had it not been for the fact that Jeremy's vocal cords couldn't actually reach those pitches anymore.
"Jesus dude, that's loud as dicks! Quieten down before the entire neighborhood comes to investigate!"