Chapter 1: Part 1: The case of the misplaced Jam
It was a morning like every other. The sun was shining, the birds where singing and young Timmy was woken up by the cries of his younger sibling. As Timmy fights the urge to get out of bed and pee, he rubs his eyes and sits up.
Timmy now arisen sits up and looks around his room, "The closet fiend didn't get me this time, I need to be more careful in case he is lurking." He stretches and feels something fall from his hand onto he floor "what was that? A sandwich, where did that come from" Timmy thought to himself. He quickly gets out of bed and picks up the mushed bread from the carpet and makes his way to the kitchen; quickly throwing out the sandwich Timmy's little brother Damian come crawling around the corner squealing with excitement to see his big brother. Timmy cringes at the thought of talking to a 1 year old and quickly goes to relieve his bladder, whilst washing his hands he realises that his face is covered in peanut butter, and in shock quickly moves to wash it off. "Timothy, get here now!" Timmys mother screamed at the top of her voice, the sound seemed to come from his room. Timmy startled comes running into his room where his mother had been calling, and sees her standing in the middle of the room arms folded with a stern expression on her face "Have you shit your bed? my god Tim its bloody everywhere; go get a towel and the spray and clean this up." she walks over to the bed to pick up the quilt off the bed to clean it, and she steps in the mess left by the sandwich "What the.... is this jam, in the white carpet? Christ Tim, we will never get this out." Timmy quickly runs off to get the spray and cleaning wipes needed to clear up this mess and heads back into the room. His mother having taken the quilt cover leaving behind the sole remains of the mess on the floor.
Timmy quickly gets to work and tries to clean the mess, afterwards he takes the wipes to the bin and washes his hands, and sits on the lounge; he flicks on the telly to find his favourite show showing "Mum, Harrys cooking adventures is on, come watch!" he doesn't get a response from his mother, little Damian crawls up the lounge and sits beside Timmy, fully focused on the tv he doesn't realise that his brother falling asleep next to him on the lounge.
Before too long, it is the evening, and Timmy realises he has sat in front of the Tv for the last 12 hours, now being 8pm it's time for Timmy to have a shower and go to bed.
Freshly cleaned and ready to rest, Timmy lays on his pillow and closes his eyes "Hey Timmy, you up?" Timmy doesn't respond, keeping his eyes closed "pssst Timmy, did you like the sandwich I made you?" Timmy gives in to the closet fiend as it gets too close for comfort. "Freddy, what do you want?" "I want to play Timmy" replied Freddy the closet fiend. "Come sit on this deck chair and lets go on an adventure." Timmy shakes his head "I don't want to go on an adventure, I just want to sleep." he rolls over and pulls the covers over his head. "Wrong!" yelled the fiend and yanks Timmy out of his bed, throwing him firmly onto the deck chair. "Where did this chair come from?" "Shhh, not for you to know boy." the fiend laughs and tosses Timmy and the chair quickly into the closet slamming the door behind them "now its gunna get fun." the fiend says wide eyed and salivating.
end of part 1
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