~Chapter 2~
~Six Years Later~

Tommy, Mikey, and J.J. were finishing up their día of business with some bar hopping. Tommy was not one to drink much, and Mikey had grown out of his years of binge drinking. But J.J., a fresh new member of the group, having only gotten por through small scams and barely held a gun, was far too into indulging in alcohol. With Tommy and Mikey having fallen behind por the overly excited J.J., calling back to the two, stumbling a bit drunkenly.
“Cum on, guys! One last baar, I swear ich!”, J.J. said, his face flushed with a foolish smile on his face
“I fucking hate...

Roger Walters is a non-interesting, nobody of a man that did nothing with his life and had nothing of interest. The living example of a bland man. He is also dead.
Grumbo Trippany is the real one in charge of the relationship, having long since latched himself onto the body of Roger in the form of a goofy hand puppet but has long since taken over the entire body o Roger, now carrying out his mindless husk of a body and taking it over as his own. Though this has been a great improvement for Roger's life, with Grumbo giving him más of a personality with the puppet appearance.
Grumbo and Roger...

One of the few members of TOGS that isn't human, but what he is is... a mystery. The only other janitor outside of Boomer and one of the oldest members of the store, Bernie is known for his appearance, having a short, stumpy body with long orangutan like arms that drag along the floor sometimes when lazy, along with the bag he wears over his head with eye holes and a smile drawn onto the bag to make an attempt of smiling to the customers. Without the janitor uniform, Baghead would easily be mistaken as another weirdo customer in need of therapy o rehab.
Baghead's personality is only ever one...

"I've been tryin' to call tu all godsdamn day! Where are ya, I need yer help with somethin' and we need to–" The elderly woman's face wrinkled first into one of confusion when the voice that replied to her began to tell her about how if she had been injured in a car por a truck, then she was eligible for some sort of insurance. She didn't catch all of it however, because anger soon came over her as she realized that her call had been deliberately declined before the call had even gotten passed its segundo ring.
Her hand trembled some as she stared at the number on the screen of her phone, the...

"Oh Michelle, you've already had a long día as is. I was excited when tu told me you’d be staying in Los Angeles for the weekend because of your job. But tu haven’t spent any time with me! tu must be exhausted.”

A much younger Kyung-ha rolled her spry eyes with a tiny scoff. “If Madam Constantine needs me somewhere, I go to that somewhere first.” She walked inside the rather flattering house owned por the man in front of her, hanging her work capa on the clothes árbol por the mahogany dome-shaped entrance. Her accent was much más heavy and difficult to understand, but she found it...

-3 Years Later-
Midday
Ernesto, seven-years-old, had been standing with his younger brother, Frederick, five-years-old, staring back at the broken picture frame they had knocked over on the side. The frame of his father and his wife on the side table. They had been running, playing, trying to catch each other when Frederick knocked the mesa, tabla over. Ernesto never knew his mother much. Frederick never knew his mother at all. But they knew that she was important to their father. And he knew of the wrath Frederick would receive, now hearing his stomping coming from his bedroom. Woken up por the knocked...

Evening
10:36 PM
Ernesto looked at the TV, watching the ending scene of superman play out before him. He had stuck glued to the sofá all evening, sitting at the end of the cushion as his uncle had been lying back at the end, his eyes turning from the TV to his cellphone every couple seconds, chewing on an unlit cigarette out of habit, a Pepsi in his hand where a glass of whiskey should have been. Ernesto was watching with total shock and awe, the sight of superman flying across the sky, fighting bad guys, stuff of fiction and unrealistic to his uncle, but a spectacle unlike anything else to...