Story.

Story.

Timmy found a flashlight while he was looking under his bed for his dropped bouncy-ball. He turned the light on and, right before his eyes, his bed melted into a puddle on the floor, exposing the piles of lost and forgotten junk underneath. Timmy looked at the now sopping floor and at the light in his hand. Then he looked back at the floor and back at the light, which was still on and melting a jagged gash through the floor and the wall to his right. Timmy saw the newly melted wall and smirked deviously. He jumped through the wall into the hallway, shining the light before him. He melted a walking path through a thick section of wall, causing pipes to burst within the hole. His feet were sodden with water and melted wall as he walked through to his parents’ bedroom. As he stepped into the room, he slipped onto his back, slicing a melt all the way through the ceiling. The flashlight’s beam took a wavering path around the room as Timmy stood up, shaken by the fall. He shined the light around the room carelessly, until its beam hit a mirror, bounced back, and hit him. Timmy melted into a puddle, and the flashlight fell to the floor, sputtering out.

Facts about Timmy:

He is twelve.

His parents are not home.

He eats Lucky Charms for breakfast.

His favorite color is blue.

He likes playing Pokémon.

He doesn’t like to clean his room.