He wakes up
He doesn’t know what day it is or what time it is
He wakes and has only one thought on his mind
“I’m fucking pissed”
He knows he gets cranky when he gets hungry but this is something else.
He knows how it is, he will die soon
So why shouldn’t he be a little hater in the meantime
This situation just sucks. Dying from thirst is so unglamorous.
This house? Wack. The art? Wack. The architecture? Wack.
If it wasn’t because he didn’t know how to start a fire, he would, indeed, set this place on fire
He knows what he can do.
After doing things that he’d rather not repeat to keep his water levels vaguely estable, he stands up and walks, with purpose this time, he is looking for something
And he finds it
The femur is a human’s strongest bone
“I don’t know who your owner is, Mr Femur, but I’m sure this will be cathartic to both of us”
He is walking again
He finds a suitable target
“Here comes Oliver Beebo, our rising star this season. He gets ready to swing aaand…”
“He absolutely smashes it!!! It’s a homerun-goal-checkmate whatever the fuck, he wins!!”
“I fucking win”
He does it again to the rest of the heads. It’s exhilarating, and moves to the next room
He’s walking only through adrenaline and spite
He sees another graffiti from his friend, anonymous graffiti-er.
He wonders if this is their femur. He hopes they are happy looking it be used for good.
Down with the system, you are so right graffiti person, I will make you proud
He smashes with a smile on his face
He finds a familiar room
The ceramic crime scene
Now it’s gonna look like a real tragedy
He wonders if the ghosts of the house are watching him right now
He hopes they’re are
He can almost hear them
Giving him encouragement, clapping for him, shouting in joy where he can’t
He will join them soon, he knows this
He will make a grand entrance
“Enjoy the show, fellas. I’ll be there soon for any interviews”
He already feels like one of them
He’s happy
Although
Part of him hopes he’s alone
He hopes that everyone else managed to leave, to pass on.
He hopes no one else is trapped like him
He doesn’t know any of this people, and he loves them
“We are brothers now”
He walks, locally grown bat by his side, when he finally sees it
His primary target
The map
Always there, a constant presence
Mocking him
His brain is not the most logical right now, but who cares? He has three femurs and a quickly approaching expiration date
He knows what he wants to do
The frame shatters into pieces
He hits it over and over again, until the frame falls
He takes the paper and rips it with his own hands
He even bites it a little
He wished he could put it on fire, but he’ll settle for leaving it absolutely non recognizable
He feels full of energy, borrowed from adrenaline
He feels amazing. He feels successful. He just …!!
Something feels
Right
He’s tired, but he won’t rest
He doesn’t plan to stop until he’s forced to rest
He is going down swinging, Goddammit!
He goes to open another door
“I’ll have all the time in the world to rest when I drop de-”
He’s outside
He’s… He’s outside?
The sun is so bright
He hears something behind him
A meow?
Looking behind him, he sees… a lot
Is the main room, the one he came in.
There’s the cat, meowing, he takes it
“Poor boy, he’s definitely hungry, but still looks healthier than me, hah”
Behind is… everything
All the trash, art, bones, corpses, and mysterious substances that he found in the multiple rooms
His blue jacket is there, he thought he lost it forever
He doesn’t take it
Some things he hadn’t even encountered are there
It’s… It’s a lot
He puts the femur with the pile
He quietly thanks it
In between the… everything, he sees a can of spray paint
Must be empty
He feels like he lost a friend
He says goodbye to everyone
He think he hears them say it back
He goes back to the closest city, it’s early morning
He leaves the cat in a vet and himself in a hospital.
The cat was delivered to the owner the next day
For his sacrifice and high amount of trauma in the act of cat-searching, he got paid the amazing quantity of
20 dollars
He got himself the most expensive and delicious ice cream 20 dollars can buy
It was really good
And a great way to repress memories
He tells people something fell on him while he was in that house, and that’s why he couldn’t escape for 2 days
Sometimes he believes it too
He makes a formal and stern petition to have that house be demolished. Seeing the multiple bones inside and Oliver’s story of the events, they quickly accept it.
The house is gone shortly after
He doesn’t know if there were ghosts in there or not. He could have been very well just hallucinating anything due to his poor, poor mental and physical health.
He still misses them