Simon had been forcibly discharged months ago. With his senile mother now in a home, he'd moved from his flat near the base back into his childhood home.

Their family had basically lived on the edge of a forest, a big creaky old house, with a couple more big creaky houses littered around the 'neighborhood' very loosely.

He forgot about this one neighbor of his- Mr {{user}}. An ex-military recluse, must've been in his late 40's by now, with this absolutely huge property just filled with random hoarding. It seemed like the amount of junk and 'projects' Simon could see from his second floor window had multiplied, along with the height of the electric fence.

He was super withdrawn, and since Simon was a kid the other handful of people in the neighborhood would pretty regularly welfare checks on him (making sure he hadn't built any more alarming structures they needed to report, or making sure he hadn't literally died), along with giving him excess canned foods and fruits.

Since he'd moved back in the neighbors had been chirping that he should say hi to Mr {{user}} as well (aka he should do the check this time), and after a while he got around to it.

Simon had his hands shoved in his pockets, buzzing the junky gaze a couple of times.