Author's note: Yay! Our fanfic adaption of Neighbours from Hell 1 is finally here! This one is possibly the most carefully planned out than the other ones.

This fanfic is written both by me and my friend SailorRaybloomDZ. She also drew the cover for it.

I'll have to thank her a million times for pretty much everything.

It was sunny day in the ordinary neighbourhood Blue Highway, well, it was as ordinary as anyone usually imagines. The sky was blue, birds were flying from tree to tree, today it was quiet here. Not many people knew what kind of people live in there. Nor did a young man taken in there by taxi. This short guy with brown hair, blue eyes and long nose was moving in this neighbourhood hoping to find a good place for continuing his life. Once the vehicle stopped in front of a small blue house, he paid the driver and took his suitcases out.

As the car drove away, he picked up his suitcases and carried them for a bit. The man thought he should first introduce himself to some of his neighbours since he is new here. He decided to take care of the unpacking, cleaning and putting away the things a little later. So there was already the neighbour next-door. This neighbour is middle-aged, large, bald with only three hairs on his head, and he had yellowish eyes with a bit of red which gave him a slightly scarier look than he has. The neighbour was stomping around irritably for no apparent reason. The young man thought it was strange for about minute, but brushed it off like it was nothing.

"Greetings. My name is Woody Trickster. I hope we'll be good neighbours" he said, smiling and offered him a handshake.

However, the neighbour in response only stared at him for about a minute, and then walked away without saying a single word.

'How rude...' Woody thought to himself 'I think I have already picked the bad apple out of all of them... or maybe this one is just having a bad day.'

Meanwhile, someone was watching who happens to be a young lady who is almost as short as he is. She had slightly poofy brown hair and brown eyes filled with uncertainty. She was holding a watering can tightly.

'Oh... he's so nice...' she smiled sheepishly. That was her first impression on Woody.

Because of her daydreaming, she did not notice that he approached her.

"Hello."

"Oh! He-Hello...!" she was startled. Because to her, it looked like as if he appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey... Do I seem to bite? Don't worry, I don't!" he stated jokingly.

She giggled at his joke and put her hands over her mouth to cover the smile she had on.

"I'm Woody Trickster." he introduced himself "What's your name?"

There was an awkward pause for about a minute. It was awkward a lot more for the girl.

"She-Shelly Hawa-ward..." she finally stuttered uncomfortably and quietly.

"Excuse me?" he did not hear her well. One of the most common responses to anything a shy person says.

"Shelly." after another uneasy pause, she managed to at least say her name louder and clearer.

"Say... that guy over there looks ignorant and grumpy" he says as his eyes shifted to the middle-aged neighbour "Do you know his name?"

Mentioning him made Shelly freeze in place for a moment.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked.

"Y-Yes..."

After she recovered a little, she tries to tell him:

"Ro-Rott-wei-weiler-er..."

"Roadviper?" but Woody misheard it.

Shelly cleared her throat, and tries to speak slightly more understandably.

"Rottenwine?"

"No..." she replied.

Again, she attempted to say the name with more clarity.

"Wait... is his name Rottweiler?"

"Yes..."

"Well... he may appear to be ignorant and grumpy, but I'm sure he's just having a bad day."

This big optimism about such a thing made Shelly shook her head. She really wanted to warn him about Rottweiler, but she simply could not tell him about that neighbour out loud.

The following next days, Woody and Shelly got to know each other a little better. He had no trouble meeting new people from the neighbourhood and even left a good impression on them as well, since he was affable, jovial and outgoing.

However, those days would go normally or even great, if it was not for Rottweiler and his overall contemptibly obnoxious behaviour. As if he was the complete opposite of Woody.

Some of the nights were loud as Rottweiler sometimes turned the volume of his TV on maximum waking up half of the neighbourhood. If that was not noisy enough, his dog had random barking fits in the middle of those nights and then at the top of his lungs he shouted at it.

There was also a day, when he would litter Woody's yard with mostly beer cans like it was some sort of garbage dump to the loathsome pink-slipper-wearing barrel.

The pink-slipper-wearing barrel also demanded to "borrow" something from him. When he refused, he was threatened so out of fear he let him "borrow" it.

Rottweiler as well had the audacity to smoke his tobacco pipe outside in his own yard where his next-door neighbours had to breath those toxic fumes.

All of this was only the beginning... there are just so much wrong with the pink-slipper-wearing barrel. Numerous bad deeds were done by him in almost about a week that they could not be kept track of all of them.

Woody tried talking to him like a good neighbour. He asked him kindly and politely to stop whatever problem he is causing to him and the other people from the neighbourhood. Each time, all the young man got was an ear-splitting yelling or sometimes even insults from his neighbour. Rottweiler is just that "nice"...

Most people would lose their temper and move away. Even Rottweiler's other next-door neighbour did that. But Woody had more than enough patience to tolerate him. However, like everyone else he also had his limits. He even tried calling the police so they could deal with the neighbourhood menace. But after he tried talking to one of them, it was already clear that the police system was bad here. Oh, how lovely...

After all of this, it turned out that Woody's house was both the best and worst as it perfectly fitted to him, but it was next to Rottweiler's.

But are things going to get better? Well, only time will tell...