Materialism is understandable, to some extent.
Wait, no.
Edgar's material possessions were understandable, everyone else just wanted random shit to fill the void in their heads and make-believe that someone would give a shit about them afterwards -But the pictures, books, pens, and just about everything else in Edgar's house seemed to have some purpose being there, although, you couldn't really tell with it all being ripped up and vandalized. Delicate and mild mannered lifestyle items: completely broken and destroyed in a matter of minutes by a single, fucked up person. A person who simultaneously managed to break one of the most kind and painfully innocent people on the whole planet!
The cushion folded and wrinkled under Johnny's death-grip before it was sent flying towards the sofa in frustration. There was hardly a thud as it landed amongst the others, but the boy's fist against the floor was certainly audible.
A single,
fucked up person.
Despite the fact that nearly two hours had passed, Johnny hadn't actually done very much cleaning. He had started working on the couch, sewing together the rips in the material and re-stuffing some of the pillows, turning the entire piece into a frankenstein-esque sofa festered with stitch marks (which seemed like a complete improvement from his perspective), but the boy had become too engrossed in rummaging through Edgar's stuff to be bothered with any more chores. Like that shattered lamp over there!
What may seem like an ordinary destroyed piece of lighting equipment to the untrained eye, is in reality a secrete storage place for the average boring man! Behold, a faux-bottom that slides out, revealing a handy little place for one's precious treasures to be stored away!
The inside was dark and promising, but Johnny couldn't feel anything but wiring inside, disappointed that Edgar refused to use such a cool contraption. After swirling his hand around for another minute, he dejectedly began to slide his fingers out, that is, until they brushed against something cold and smooth. The item was clearly small and metallic, making a clinking sound when Johnny had forced against the side of the compartment, peaking his curiosity as he fumbled around excitedly to see what it could be.
He was not disappointed at all.
Bloop:
Just want to let you all know I'm still alive,
and also wanted to see if anyone still reads this mess XP
But yeahhh...
things have been weird. Children dying and.. eh,
whatnot.
So, I'm labeling this as a "half-chapter" cuz it's... lame .