Warnings: Alcohol, cigarettes, swearing
Glatt groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. The sun slowly rising down in the horizon as he noticed he fell asleep a bit too long than he expected for his nap. He looked around his surroundings to see the spruce house was empty. Glatt sat up and started to walk out of his room, oddly the only sound that was heard was the pitter pattering of his feet.
Glatt walked into the bathroom, and looked at himself, seeing at how he was ghostly pale and he still had the red heart on his blue shirt for he died of heart attack. Glatt hadn't drank anything in all day and wanted to eat something before he drank some alcohol.
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