Chapter 13: Someone Forgot the Popcorn  

Chapter 13: Someone Forgot the Popcorn

"Left hand, Right hand, Waves, Vase from cremation. Left hand, right hand, waves, vase from cremation" he repeated, trying to make sense of the carvings on his 'giftbox'. "Makes no sense." He said, gently dropping the box back on the bed, and looking at his hands. "Come on Robbie. We can do this. Let's try this one more time." He stood up from the pile of clothes he'd fallen on, completely naked but he cared little to nothing about that. Something was going on, and he was going to find out. Walking up to the mirror, he eyed his reflection, taking note of any and everything he possibly could. His murky eyes, black, relaxed afro, his fading mustache, tense jaw and his chubby cheeks, everything on his face. His almost fading abs that were gradually starting to be replaced by a pot belly and his loopy chest. "Good. Let's try this again, shall we?"

Reaching for the ring, still lying on his poorly laid bed, he eyed every single detail on it. Not that