The tables, the chairs, the cabinets, the lamps, the books, the shelves…
Everything. There was even food in the pantry, but it had all rotted away to dusty scum now. Mold and dust particles lingered the house like a thin blanket placed over everything, and then pushed around like undry mop water. The whole hoouse had a dark, rotting, brown theme to it. The floors were cracked, some pieces were even broken off completely. The house seemed desolate. There didn’t even seem to be an insect.
BZZZZZZZZRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
A loud, static hum broke the silence, as a noise echoed from what probably was the deceased girl’s room. It was a normal 15-year old’s room, except covered in dust, mold and cobwebs. The bedsheets were shriveled pieces of felt on ripped up—probably from rats— mattress and wooden board. In the corner of the room was an old, dusty T.V. set.
Static flashed and twitched across its screen, like an angry animal smashing into something or running around, beserk behind a glass wall. The T.V. should be far, far from being able to even turn on, since it was so old, and rats should have probably chewed at its wires…
And not only was there a T.V. set, it was connected to something. A gaming console. Covered in dust, the wires were untouched. But… rats, should have probably chewed at those wires to. But it was fine.
It was a Nintendo Gamecube.
There was even a disc inside, should it be opened. Protected from the world, it was in, oddly, perfect condition. A silver disc, but with no engravement on it, but black sharpie.
A cutesy game from the Pokemon series. And since the T.V., disc, and Gamecube seemed fine…
It was probably playable.
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