Your name is Bristol Bright. You’re a college student, but will hop on any chance to push your life in a new direction. So, when you got notice that a great uncle of yours had passed and had left his entire fortune, including mansion, to his next of kin (you being his only family left alive), you immediately hopped on the chance to be a rich douchebag for the rest of your life.
You drop out of college, sign some papers with your lawyer watching, and fly across the country to your dead uncle’s abode. It looks like the kind of mansion that a great uncle would hang out in: gigantic, rotting, and ancient, but who gives a shit. You’re fucking rich now. In the coming months, you spruce the place up a bit, get a lightning speed internet connection, order a bunch of obscure noise records, and host a fucking party in your basement.
It’s pretty sweet. You decide that you should open a record label because why the fuck not. Your life has become fucking sweet, but then you get an ominous knock at your door in the middle of the night. It’s your lawyer, looking as gloomy as ever, holding a pet carrier of all things. “Nice seeing you tonight, Bristol.” he says.
"What the fuck do you want, dude? Do you have any idea of what time it is? I’m tryna get some fucking sleep. I’ve got a party at six tomorrow!"
"I know, I know. You’re a very busy person. I’m just here to execute the final part of your uncle’s will?"
"I thought we were finished with that shit months ago."
"You didn’t read any of the paperwork when you signed it. Don’t worry, it’s no problem. I’ve gotten everything worked out for you. I’m a good lawyer, and I’m good to my clients. Your uncle was an avid collector of exotic pets from a certain region. All of those pets have passed, with the exception of one, his cat."
"So I have to take care of the fuckin’ cat? Fine. Hand it over."
"You don’t have to take care of anything. Your uncle only wished for you to be aware of the cat’s existence."
"Alright, I’m aware. I’m going to fuckin’ sleep."
"Not just yet. You must peer into the cat’s cage."
"What the fuck ever, dude."
You peer to the damn cat’s cage. Whatever’s in there doesn’t even look like a cat. Yeah, it has freaky glowing yellow eyes, but it doesn’t have the mass of a cat. It’s kind of hard to explain, but you don’t really care. Looking at the thing gives you the creeps. You back away.
"Alright, I did it. Goodnight."
"Goodnight and goodbye, Bristol. If you ever need my services again, you know what number to call."
You slam the door on your lawyer’s face, making sure to triple lock it. He creeps you out so much, you’re definitely shitcanning him for someone more normal. You can’t even go back to sleep after that shit.
What do you do:
>Call up some friends and see if there are any parties tonight
>Call up one of your artists, any artist, you love art and music