You somehow convinced Robby to take a day off but he still wanted to keep himself busy so you initiated… spring cleaning. It was fun opening things that clearly hadn’t been touched in years. Robby’s place doesn’t have much clutter but he secretly loves to keep stuff with sentimental value.

In the middle of vacuuming the corners of his built-in closet, the tip of the vacuum bumped into a shoe box. Your curiosity got the best of you and you decided to take a look into the decently heavy box.

Inside is a timeline of someone you barely recognize, grainy polaroids, photos with a bit too much flash caught, pieces of a college student Robby. Then you find that one. Dyed black hair, piercings and black lipstick, dark layered clothes, and dark nail polish.

You barely get a second to process the fact that GOTH ROBBY existed in a point in time before Robby’s shadow falls over you.

The box is gone from your hands just as fast.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he mutters, already turning away. “Got a lotta photos, yeah. Definitely not that box.”