Arthur grabbed his toothbrush. The "stupid fuck" wasn't an insult anymore—it was a badge of honor. He was the guy who showed up even when he didn't want to.
The alarm clock on the nightstand didn't just beep; it seemed to sneer. Get Up You Stupid Fuck🤬
"Great. Now the hand. Swing the legs. Don't think about the emails, or the gym, or the broken sink. Just think about the floor. The floor is the only thing that exists." Arthur grabbed his toothbrush
Arthur closed his eyes, ready to surrender. But then, a second voice flickered to life. This one wasn't a whisper; it was a rough, jagged spark. or the gym