A world where I might belong

Chapter 4

arrrrrrg me boy I seem to has found a little meow meow 

- Marble 

Tommy just stares at the disheveled house, not believing that he got a house for free. He didn't have to do a single thing in return. He unthinkingly grabs at the wound in his back to see if he is dreaming or not. The pain that shoots around him confirms that he is indeed awake and this is definitely real. He starts shuffling up to the houses front steps through the overgrown grass and weeds,

"Holy shit." Tommy mutters to himself while taking a step up. The house has the door in the middle of the front steps with a window on the left side. The roof extended out to cover the porch so it has some protection from the elements. The porch itself is two steps up off the ground with a waist high railing around the porch area.

He looks over the front of the house and he can see the front door is thankfully shut but a window is still open. When he looks at the porch itself he can see that two big pots are by the left side under the window and a board is missing out of the right hand side.

Tommy curiously goes over to see if the pots are in good shape or not. When he peers inside of the first one it's just full of leaves and some dirt at the bottom. The next pot he looks into nearly makes his soul leave his body.

"What the shit!" Tommy yells and jumps back, the thing inside pokes its head out of the pot.

Its a fucking raccoon.

It just stares at Tommy while he yells at it.

"How the fuck are you here don't you bastards live in trees and shit!" Tommy yells at the raccoon. The raccoon then climbs out of the pot and walks towards the door.

"Hey, you are not living here, big man. This is my home now and it's only for one." He says to the raccoon. The raccoon stops in front of the door and stands up against it, reaching for the doorknob. He then turns back at him and droops his ears down and gives him wide cutesy eyes.

"You little fucker. My one weakness." He says to the raccoon. He then realizes that there is more than one raccoon in the world and this fucker might not even be the one that used his body as a bed.

"Hey, are you the one that waltzed its way onto me in the woods back there?!" Tommy yells at the raccoon not really expecting a response. "And also have you been watching me this whole time! That crash and mess you made outside the house in the bushes, was that you too?" Tommy also asks.

The raccoon nods his head and slumps down on its butt still staring at Tommy.

Oh great! I'm losing it to a woodland creature. I'm having a conversation with an actual raccoon.

"Well then by all means then, come right on in." Tommy says sarcastically but reaches for the door anyways.

"But.. Since I may already be losing my damn mind, death by raccoon doesn't sound all too bad."

He looks back and checks his surroundings one more time before swinging the door open. He steps inside and sees that the inside doesn't look all too bad considering one window has been left open for who knows how long. Just inside on the right is an old table with no chairs. It's filled with the stuff that Bo left for him but he doesn't go look at the stuff yet.

I thought he said just a few fucking things.. Tommy thinks to himself.

The right side there's a small and basic kitchen. From here he can see the thick layer of dust that is covering the shelves and countertops.