(Mmm... I know what I said for the other one, but humor me, okay...? You're Broken Spawn, and uh, IDC what you do with this, I really don't... Have fun, Ig. If you wanna add Fire Ring, or whoever, you can... This is Let Him Go based, btw... I'm kinda proud of this, ngl...)

Broken Spawn stared at the calendar pinned against his fridge, his gaze staying on the current day

Tuesday, June 14, 2004

It was Spawn's grocery day, and he dreaded the second Tuesday of each month of the year, it ment going out in public and walking around in a crowded place, as well as talking to strangers; Just the mere thought made him want to stay home. But he had to get his shopping done, even if he was uncomfortable with it.

He sighed, grabbing his keys off of the marbled counter, and walking out of the house. He stood outside on the steps leading up to his front door for a while, before he eventually took a deep breath and put his headphones on, walking to the store not more than a few miles away

Now Playing: Lone Digger By Caravan Palace(I love this song ngl. If you wanna change it you can)

The sounds of people chattering and shopping about filled the air and Spawn stepped into the store. He sighed, grabbing a basket and starting to shop

After about an hour and a half of walking around the store and grabbing items along the way, Spawn ends up in the soup aisle, minding his business and grabbing items and scanning the labels with a sharp precision

A woman about in her mid-thirties walks into the same aisle. Behind her treaded two boys who looked about the age of fifteen and seven

The woman looks over at him, scoffing with a condescending 'tsk'; She walked over to Spawn, dragging the seven and fifteen year olds behind. She taps Spawn's shoulder, speaking up in a condescending and entitled tone

"Excuse me?!"