The TypeWriter

Section IV

He opened the door and the smell of pine and fresh leather flooded out, it was unique but despite that it still smelled surprisingly good

He entered and shut the door slowly so it wouldn't make any noise

He didn't want to get caught after all

It'd obviously be rather odd for him to not only forget his own name but also forget what his job was, his age, and even the date

He looked around the room and saw two pieces of jet black leather and some paint next to it along with golden string

There was a kit full of different colored strings and wall with bottles of paint from head to toe

His bed seemed to be elevated and was being held up by a few chains attached to the wall

It was a little sad to look at-
It resembled that if a prison bed-
Wait, how did he even know what that looks like?
He's in a different era from his own so technology like the internet doesn't exist

Wait. What? Different era? He must really be messed up somewhere in the head to think such things

It's best to worry about that another time rather than now when he has more important matters to tend to

He went over to the piece of stretched out leather, it had a needle with golden string or uh thread stuck in it

Written by Bad B. Halo

What a peculiar name, Bad? What did the "B" stand for though? He knew it had to be his middle name but what was it?

Guess it didn't matter right now, knowing his first and last name was far more important

Atleast he now knew that a if anyone said Bad or Mr.Halo then they'd probably be addressing him

But he almost never used his actual name, he usually used an alias yet this time he didn't

It was quite odd but it didn't matter to him right now

He quickly left the room after learning his name, which didn't even matter because he wasn't using an alias this time around

He made his way back to his room to look around again.

He then heard a knock on his door, but why? It's not like he closed his door

"Dad? You do remember that you have a doctors appointment tomorrow, right?" She said

He turned around and saw a little girl, he assumed she was Pomme, "I do? Apologies but my memories a bit fuzzy, where exactly is the doctor's office so I know to go tomorrow"

"Are you okay? Remember we use the spare room right across yours, he usually comes in early morning and waits for you to wake up and to enter before he gets anything started"

"Oh okay, thank you. I'm feeling a little ill so I'm gonna rest for a bit"

"Alright"

Pomme left the room and closed the door behind her, she has the same wound as Dapper..., Bad thought to himself

He went over to the only window in his room that didn't have something in its way