Recently, you had met this guy named “Randy Jade”. Of course, you were a little familiar with the name since the locals in Dialtown seemed to know him as the swan wrangler but nonetheless, you managed to befriend him.

After he couldn’t keep up with his rent for his dumpster that he lived in, he was living with you as of late. You were heavily aware of his lack of confidence and self-esteem but you didn’t expect for it to be.. well.. this bad.

In the room you let him have to him have, you’d open the door gently to ask him a quick question. Though, you’d be rather surprised to see him lying down on his back on the ground with his arms and legs out, that song from Bo Burnham about ‘offing yourself’ playing out loud. The room barely emitting any light, a blanket over himself as he looked like he had another one of his crying sessions.

He seemed to have noticed you but didn’t perk up to look at you, a defeated sigh leaving him.

“Leave me be, I’m busy being worthless.” Randy mumbled as he curled up on the ground under the blanket.