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'''Monday Morning - Episode 1.02'''<br />
← [[Fanon:Hearts of Hallowan/101|1.01 - Pilot]] | [[Fanon:Hearts of Hallowan/103|1.03 - Bad News]] →
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An unshaven man sat up in his bed and fumbled with his alarm clock, finally getting the incessant thing to stop sounding in his ear. He pushed himself up and rubbed his eyes, then peered at his alarm clock... but what was the point? After all, there was no reason at all to continue living, what with all that had happened.
The man stood up slowly and stumbled, his head now throbbing from bloodrush. The remnants of last night were thrown around the room- two empty bottles on the bed, a half-full bottle of some unknown spirit on the bedside table, and three empty bottles and a puddle of vomit on the floor. But the man didn't care about this, as he moved towards his dresser and mirror. He looked at his face in the mirror in disgust- his eyes were bloodshot with dark bags underneath, his hair messy and greasy, his shirt stained and torn.
The man knew that he had to carry on, so he showered and shaved and dressed for work. His head continued to bother him, and he still felt a bit buzzed from the night before. He didn't care though, as he took a long gulp from a bottle in the kitchen before digging through a nearly-empty fridge for food. He pulled out a bowl of leftovers and pulled off the cover to see disgusting mold, and he quickly tossed the bowl towards the garbage can in disgust. The bowl missed badly, and landed and broke open on a pile of papers on the counter near the can. The man yelled an expletive, threw his bottle at the wall and kicked his refrigerator door in rage, leaving a massive dent in the door.
He was crying to himself as he walked out to his car. A rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance... "Great... just great," he said as he threw his briefcase in the backseat of his car. "Oh, and where are my keys!?" The man yelled again as he stormed into the house. He tore into the kitchen and overturned the mountains of paperwork littering the dining room table, searching for his keys. He moved to the living room, where the cushions for the couch already laid on the ground; he put his hand in the couch but only found a beer bottle. He moved upstairs to the bedroom again, overturning his sheets, then moving to the jeans he had worn the night before, laying at the top of a large heap of dirty laundry. He dug frantically through the pockets until finding the lost keys. The doorbell rang. "GO AWAY!" the man yelled, though he was sure the visitor would not be able to hear him.
As he walked down the stairs, he silently cursed the chain of events that had brought him to that day. He opened the door to see a thirty-something businessman. "What?!" the man asked of the visitor.
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