The binding of Isaac- New Home

Prologue- 0

3rd Pov-

Isaac was sitting in his room, drawing a picture for his family. It was a picture of him, his mother, his father, and his tuxedo cat, Guppy. He made sure to take care of his mother's dress since she valued always keeping it clean, his father's weird mustache, and Guppy's pink collar with a small white heart. Isaac had felt proud of his drawing and got up to show it to his family.

First he went to his cat, who was lying on his toy chest. A chest his father had gotten him, seeing it to look like a pirate's chest with golden trimming. His beloved feline sniffed the drawing and pawed at it for a bit before pawing at Isaac's hand. Isaac giggled at Guppy's antics and looked back at the drawing, realizing he'd forgotten to add himself entirely. He thanked his only friend and sat down again to finish his mistake. Guppy in turn wrapped their tail on his shoulder in a comforting manner to the boy, something he'd grown fond of and relaxed to whenever the feline knew he was stressed. He sometimes joked with his dad that Guppy was his emotional support animal because of how much it seemed to know how to help him. Guppy always had a keen eye for these issues. The only thing he hated about his friend was finding their hair balls under his bed or in his toy chest. It was annoying trying to clean them, and it was worse if the golden-eyed feline left one for his mother. Isaac got up and showed the drawing again to Guppy, who let out a meow in approval and stretched out to claw the toy chest, a small habit the whole family knew of and didn't mind. Isaac liked the scratch marks since he knew they would stay with him for life and remind him of his special friend.

Isaac left to show his parents the drawing, seeing his mother sitting on her recliner and his father in the kitchen again. This had started to become more common in the household for Isaac to see his parents apart from each other. He never understood why they seemed to dislike each other, but his father always reminded him that the two parents do love each other. He walked over to his father but was stopped by his mother, who was motioning for him. He walked over to her and smiled warmly since she normally liked being alone when Isaac's father was home. He showed her the drawing that he'd made of the family. She smiled at it and took it, picking up a pen and adding that she was holding a book with a cross on it. Isaac never enjoyed her changing his drawings, but he never pressed the issue since she was his mother. Isaac had been raised not to question what his mother did, but his father was fine with Isaac's barrage of questions ranging from puppy and kid-like matters to wondering why his mother was so insistent on certain things.

Once Isaac knew his mother was distracted by her TV program, he walked over to his father, noticing him writing on a few papers and occasionally messing with his wedding ring. He also noticed an unopened can of beer. Isaac knew what it was since his father had always told him to stay away from alcohol when he drank—not to stay away from him, but alcohol. Isaac quickly left into the hallway, not wanting to see his dad drink today. He went into his parents bedroom and into the closet for a small item. He came back to his dad, who looked stressed out over the papers and was holding the can like he was about to drink from it. Isaac tugged on his dad's shirt, making the larger man look down at his small son. Isaac held up his drawing, the small item hidden in the now folded paper. Isaac's father set the can down and grabbed the items from Isaac; he then unfolded it, his stern expression turning soft as he took the coin and drawing in hand. He looks down at his small son and lets out a tired chuckle before he grabs the beer and opens it, draining it down the sink in front of Isaac. He then went back to the table, placed the coin in his pocket, and took a closer look at the drawing. His face scrunched up slightly seeing the same black pen on Isaac's drawing, knowing full well he'd never bought the small boy any pens; he once bought him Sharpies, but never pens. He thanked Isaac for the drawing and complimented the small details in it. The two turned their heads when they heard a familiar meowing. His father is shooing Isaac off to go play while he feeds the cat. Isaac left but stayed just long enough to see his father glaring at his mother, only to direct his gaze elsewhere when Guppy jumped onto the table, knocking over the papers onto the floor. Isaac's father sighed and grabbed the feline some food before picking up the papers that had some decree on them.