The alarm cried its call into the patiently waiting ears of John, who groaned with dissatisfaction at the early hour the mechanical devil decided to wake him at.

“7:15? Already?” John complained, slowly crawling out of his bed. He blinked his tired eyes slowly, and looked around the room.

“What the hell?” John muttered, as he looked back at the bed he had been sleeping in. It was covered in blackened scorch marks, seemingly burned by a powerful beam of light. He ambled closer, hand on his head as he fought an ever-growing headache.

“Shouldn’t have drunk that much last night” He said absentmindedly as he gazed upon the mystery that was his bed. He then turned his head back to the alarm clock.

“Shit, I got to get ready. I’ll find whatever the hell happened here later” John says. He stumbles out of his room, past many a discarded beer bottle. He slowly walks down a hall, briefly stopping at the end of it to look around his living room.

It was small. Much too small for a man of his stature, but it was all he could afford. There was a small TV in the corner, in front of which was his only couch, a cheap, dirty thing covered in cigarette burns and several ambiguous stains. He looked to the other corner of the room, in which was a half-finished painting, surrounded by a few other works of his, as well as a myriad of half-finished bottles of alcohol, and various art supplies.

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“I’ll finish it later” John said to himself as he made his way through the room to get to the bathroom, before looking back on it.

“Though it’s not like it’ll sell anyways” He said as he looked at the other pieces leaning on the wall.

John ducked into the bathroom and maneuvered his tall, lanky body through the cramped interior. He eventually got himself into position, and he relieved himself, afterwards zipping up the shorts he had slept in.

He got in front of the sink and started to brush his teeth. He looked at his own reflection in the mirror, seeing bags under his eyes and a stubble that hinted at him having not shaved for the past week. He looked down again, and finished washing his teeth.

John then took a quick shower in the cramped enclosure of his shower, before putting on his Whole Foods uniform. He then did a quick once-over of himself in the mirror, before deciding to at-least shave himself for decency’s sake.

John then made his way out of his bathroom and back into his house, deciding to have a large, nutritious breakfast consisting of coffee and yesterday’s pizza. He microwaved the cheesy slice, and ate it, before his eyes widened and he realized he’d forgotten that he had to brush after eating breakfast.

He quickly brushed his teeth again and prepared to leave the apartment, picking up his keys and opening the door to the hallway of the two-story complex.

As he climbed down the stairs and left the apartment, he looked around the street and he spotted something. John’s eyes slowly widened, and his jaw dropped.

There was a perfectly circular hole straight through his neighbor’s building.