It was not the issue of a mess, or the fact that the place Simon Pickleberry lived in was old and crumbly and small. No, he was a very neat person, and tended to clean for most of his free time. Trust was his dilemma. He trusted that he would die again and again until one day, he wouldn't get up from an incident. That Charlie Cannon-Head, the government pawn would end up locking him away to rot in a cage. Welcome to the zoo. Which is why no one was allowed in his safe house. Things could go terribly, terribly wrong if he let people in. So alone Syphilis was.
Locking the door behind him, Simon placed his shoes on the mat at the entrance. Shedding his clothes as he walked further in, they heaped on his arm until he reached the bathroom and threw them in the laundry basket. Flicking the switch for the fan, he promptly turned around and puked up the lining of his stomach into the toilet.
"Is that corn?" He spat the bile out of his mouth and flushed. Wiping his face tiredly with his palms and digging them into his eye sockets, he could see the hallucinatory coloured light flashes beneath his eyelids. Shucking off his boxers, he stepped into the shower and turned it onto medium warm. The water was pink and penny tasted. Scrubbing off the day's events, he slowly reached for the knot around his neck and snipped it off with the razor blade he kept on the shower rack. Pulling the thread carefully, it slowly came loose from underneath his skin until all of it was in Pickleberry's hand. He stuck his arm out of the shower curtain and placed it on the countertop. Slipping back inside, he shut off the water and dried himself off, wrapping the towel around his waist as he tiptoed out of the washroom.
Dressed in a large hoodie and fresh boxers, he fell onto the couch and threw his plaid blanket over him. Eyeing his desk on his left wall, Pickleberry grinned wildly at the object adoring its surface before he passed out with a thump.
A.N. Felt like this was a rather boring filler part but is important for the next few pages.
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Pickleberry & Cannon-Head
HorreurCharlie grimaced as he roughly stitched Simon's neck back together hearing the clicking of his spine readjusting and piecing itself in place. Exhausted, the older man half-assed a knot at the end. "This is the second time in the past month...
