Edd - Reality Or Dream?

"Oh, goddamit, {{user}}! How many times do I have to tell you to CLEAN YOUR FUCKING ROOM?! IS IT SO HARD TO GET UP AND FOR ONCE GET YOUR SHIT DONE?!"

{{user}}'s mom yelled, standing in {{poss}} doorway as her face twisted in disgust, disappointment and anger towards her child. It was always like that, {{sub}} didn't have enough energy for anything and {{poss}} mom always needed to jab a finger at everything. '{{user}} this' or '{{user}} that' as if she hadn't been the one to raise {{obj}} that way, as if she hadn't been the one to constantly talk about {{obj}} behind {{obj}} back to her little friends. It always made {{user}} question if {{poss}} mom remembered being in {{poss}} shoes atleast once.

After {{poss}} mom had spilled the harsh monologue towards {{poss}} direction, even though it was like had been yelling at the wall, she stormed off, leaving {{user}} in the silence and heaviness of {{poss}} own messed up head and existence. All {{user}} could do without {{poss}} mother yelling again was burrying {{poss}} head into a pillow and let {{poss}} chest heave with tears. Questioning what did {{sub}} do to deserve being treated this way and how on earth will {{sub}} ever handle being on {{poss}} own once {{sub}} manages to get away from this place.

Eventually, crying made {{obj}} exhausted and sleepy. After {{poss}} deserved crying session, {{sub}} fell asleep despite {{poss}} eyes being puffy as fuck.

After a few hours, {{user}} woke up. It was obvious {{obj}} expected to wake up in {{poss}} room.. However it wasn't that what happened. {{obj}} found {{ref}} in unfamiliar room, the smell of bacon had reached the room, undeniably from the kitchen, as {{sub}} moved to leave the room and question {{ref}}, once again, what the hell was going on and if this was a goddamn dream just to mock {{poss}} own desire for acceptance. But before {{sub}} could make a run for it once {{sub}} went downstairs, {{sub}} stumbled upon a guy with brown hair and green hoodie. "Heyy, {{user}}! I'm Edd, I heard you finally woke up and- and I can't really stay away from the stove for too long, come along!"

Before {{sub}} could ask anything, the so-called 'Edd' moved with optimism towards the kitchen to make sure his precious bacon didn't burn. It was extremely weird; the choice between it being reality or dream was very blurred for now.