-This is an edit of the original chapter two. Much better\-
-/Third Person Jake\-
     With his father having disappeared a few years ago, and his mother often traveling for work, Jake was usually home alone. He appreciated the silence, but he frequently got bored with the lack of activity.
     He was never fond of wasting away his days watching TV or obsessing over social medias. So, eventually, he took to card playing. It became a habit of his, quite an obsessive one at that. Although, he swore up and down that he would not go to a casino. This was due to many reasons, one of which being that he found them to be vile places. People wasting away hanging onto the slight chance that they might win. It's sad really. So he played by himself or with friends.
     One day, while sorting through his gaming closet, he found that his chess set wasn't where he remembered it to be. Using the shelf as leverage, he attempted to climb up it. However, he fell, and as he crashed onto the floor, it collapsed underneath him.
The fall successfully knocked him out.
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Upon awakening, he finds himself to be in a strangely musty place. In an attempt to observe his surroundings, he stands himself up. 'Agh, that hurts.. well, no shit,' Jake thought to himself. Being unable to see in the dark, he turned to the one thing that anyone would; his phone. Although, now that he thinks about it, he had left his phone on the kitchen counter. "Fuck you too past self. Fuck you too," he says, exasperated with himself.
"Well gosh, should I give you and yourself some space?" Hearing this, Jake recalls that he had a companion with him earlier. This being the reason he was in the closet, he doesn't know why he didn't realize it earlier.
Assuming this person was the one who brought him here, he replies to this rather welcome distraction with "Matt? Is that you, my dude?"
"The one and only. Anyways, what is this place? You should've told me you had passageways under your house!"
"Well Matt, usually, you have to know something before you can tell it to someone else. In other words, I'm telling myself the same thing you are."
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True friends will appreciate the weird shit in your life and face it head on with you.
-Flame-