One For The Wall

A life lived to the fullest in Burrowgatory can feel very chaotic. The constant daily activities, shady night life, opportune crimes, reckless gambling, and lustful debauchery. Everything eventually becomes tiring with these constants. Indulging in sin all the time tended to make one appreciate the simple things, and bring out a softer side that just wants to feel normal. That normal is different for everyone, and for Darlet, that normal was being at home, alone in his room. Finally away from everyone and everything. Left with just his Imps and his thoughts. Of course this was still a challenge, as he shared this place with two roommates that seemed to throw an endless party in their complex. So even in his own home, the life of constant sin never truly went away. 

When he entered the front door with lumpy orange plush in hand and a leather jacket over his shoulder, he scanned the dozen or so bodies that littered the living room. At least seven people he didn't recognize were lounging on the main couch doing some form of drug or another, and three other buns were casually talking in a circle, each holding generic red solo cups probably filled with more than just Liquor. "Yo. Tell Jousah I'm home, and he had better kept people out of my damn room. I don't wanna clean jizz off of my guitar case again." He walked past the group, who raised their glasses to acknowledge his request. He trudged up the stairs, past a sitting bun that looked like she was tripping the biggest balls of her life. Finally reaching the third floor of the building, he shoved open the big black door that led to his room. 

The contrast from the person Darlet was in public and the person his bedroom reflected were violently different. Neat stacks of spiral notebooks sat on a clean desk. A tall cabinet at in the corner, holding various instruments and music memorabilia, most of which were from famous jazz bands and pop artists. While there were rock band posters above his bed, the order and cleanliness of the space were the total opposite to the reckless persona he usually had about him. 

As he looked around his room, he noticed Nibble and Jekyll on his bed. Nibble plopped on top of his pillow, and Jekyll coiled around the fluffy woolen Imp. Darlet moved over, sitting down on the bed to greet them. "Hey guys. I hope ya didn't miss me." He scratched at Nibble's back a few times before moving to run two fingers along the top of Jekyll's head. Both seeming to respond to this by shifting off of the pillow and into his lap. "Heh. Where's Hyde at? Messing about down stairs?" He looked around, seeing the lack of a Remil as a good segway to his new toy. "Oh. Look at what I made!" He lifted the orange plush up on to the bed. The vague rodent shape resembling their fellow Imp friend. Jekyll took the opportunity to slither over and sniff at the plush before slinking over its shoulder, looking pleased with its new toy. "Well I'm glad you like it. I like to think I did a pretty good job for my first time."

After a while of playing with Jekyll and Nibble, he realized he still had the jacket on his shoulder. "Ah. Hold on." He stood, tugging at the jacket and taking to the closet. When he opened the door, a totally new room sat on the other side. Much larger than a normal closet. A wall full of toys. Action figures, plushies, dolls, and painted mannequins. Each one with a striking defect. Missing limbs, poor stitching, misprinted facial features or blemishes in the paint. Some looking like simple toy store rejects, and other like horror movie props. After he hung the jacket upon a hanger, he inspected the shelves full of toys. "Where in the world am I gonna put it." He pondered. 

He rearranged the various dolls and figures around. A doll with twine hair and no eyes, a pose doll with half of the face plate warped and melted, and a plushie of a bun missing an ear and horn on its left side. Darlet arranged them off to the sides, doing the same with similar toys. Rubber baby buns that, in the heat, had melded at the hips in the packaging to make conjoined twins, and an action figure of a popular dancer bun that had both of its arms on backwards. Once he felt he had made enough room he stood back to admire his collection. Now with a large gap in the center fit for the hand made plush of Hyde. "Perfect. Now I just gotta find a way to pry Jekyll off of him."