Miceeater100

Colin returned home, bag in hand. Thankfully, not many puppets stared at him so he could get the groceries without gaining unwanted attention. He unlocked the door, pulling it to with his foot as he entered the large red house, and set the bags down. “I’m back…” he droned without enthusiasm, putting the shopping in it’s designated places. A tin of soup slipped out of his grasp. Great, his batteries were running low again. The aged computer bent down to pick the tin up, and carefully pushed it into a gap in the cupboard. The ocd riddled geek smiled with satisfaction, happy that it had perfectly filled up the space