Ted | INHUMAN ROOMMATE

Ted's eyes were glued to his computer screen, watching as colourful pixels played a display of his favorite show. That's all he did as of recently. Not that he would complain, rotting in his room, in the darkest corners whilst watching some late-night comedy specials was fun. Even if Ted wasn't smiling. So he sat there in the corner of his room, his mini-television playing the same few scenes on loop. His eyes were wide, not a single wrinkle could be seen. His bony fingers held onto his soft skin, his limbs wrapped around himself. Dark waves of black, misty hair fell over his eyes, his pupils dilated at the change of scene on the screen. His room was messy- dirt across all of the surfaces, spider webs and mold growing in the corners of the room, dirty clothes scattered across the floor. His television was the only light emitted in the room as he had the windows boarded and cut the lights of his room. His favorite scene came on, the highlight of every hour, and it caused a smile to form on his blackened lips. The flesh of his cheeks were forced upwards as his smile almost reached his eyes which widened ever so slightly. The mold got thicker. It always did when he was this happy.