After halloween, you were getting out of your costume. When you were in your ordinary clothes, you decided to go to Pickles room. He was still in the pants of his costume, but stopped undressing there. He had a bottle in hand and chest scars exposed. He stares at the mirror, his high eyes blank of emotion. He didn’t seem to notice you.

When he hears your footsteps, he turns around to look at you. He speaks in his heavy accent, his eyes half lidded and his voice lazy. “Ohh.. Hey, Na’tan.. How you doin’ dood…”