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You've already started the day upset. Your dad asked you to get started cleaning out the garage which is totally unfair because half of this stuff is his and not yours. Instead of arguing with him, you decided to just get it over with.
<<type 30ms start 2s>> When you enter the garage, you're immediately overwhelmed. You and your father moved into his old family home after your mom died. He said that he wanted to be closer to family but you're pretty sure that he just couldn't stand still being in that house without her. The garage is full of stuff from when your dad was a teenager. Old torn and shredded band t-shirts, "JNCO" branded jeans that look like they could fit at least two of your dad in them, tons of CD's, and a walkman with headphones still plugged in. <</type>>
<<type 30ms start 1s>> Your dad //did// say that you could keep anything that you found. You wonder for a moment if the old disk player still works.
[[Choose a CD]] <</type>><img src="https://tomor-owland.neocities.org/Images/cdstack.jpg">
<<type 30ms skipkey "Control">> You decide to test it. You start looking through his collection of CDs, trying to find one from a band you know...
[[Green Day]]
[[The Offspring]]
[[Bikini Kill]] <</type>><img src="https://tomor-owland.neocities.org/Images/greenday.jpg">
<<type 30ms skipkey "Control">> You decide to pick up //Dookie// by Green Day. You remember hearing some songs from this album as a kid on car rides with your parents. So you decide to take a trip down memory lane.
Now comes the testing. You pop the CD into the old machine and [[press the power button]] <</type>><img src="https://tomor-owland.neocities.org/Images/offspring.jpg">
<<type 30ms skipkey "Control">> You decide to pick up //Smash// by The Offspring. You listen to this band pretty regularly, this album included. This is a safe choice.
Now comes the testing. You pop the CD into the old machine and [[press the power button]]. <</type>><img src="https://tomor-owland.neocities.org/Images/bikinikill.jpg">
<<type 30ms skipkey "Control">> You decide to pick up //Pussy Whipped// by Bikini Kill. You've heard of the band and their influence a few times on the internet so you decided to give them a shot.
Now comes the testing. You pop the CD into the old machine and [[press the power button]] <</type>><<type 30ms skipkey "Control">>The walkman whirs to life. You're a little shocked by this because you were almost sure that it wouldn't work. You quickly put on the tethered headphones and the music drifts right into your brain. You close your eyes to enjoy the... slightly grainy sounding song. once its over, you [[open your eyes]].<</type>><<type 30ms skipkey "Control">>When you open your eyes, you feel much more determined to clean out the garage, just in case you find more treasures. You end up finding a few more things that you want to keep. Namely a couple books, a Game Boy and Game Boy Color, and some band shirts (you found a few that were surprisingly new looking). Once you feel like you've significantly made a dent in the mess of the garage, you decide to take a break and [[head inside]].<</type>><<type 30ms skipkey "Control">>When you reenter the old family home, it doesn't look, well, //old//. You could've sworn that the crusty 70's wallpaper was peeling and the tile in the kitchen had cracked. You suppose that while you were cleaning up the garage, your dad... replaced the tile and wallpaper with exact copies? Hm. <</type>>
<<type 30ms start 1s>>You decide to push those thoughts aside and [[open the fridge]], you are a little hungry after exerting yourself so much, afterall.<</type>><<type 30ms skipkey "Control">>Inside the fridge is a lot of snacks that you've never heard of before. Especially the "Squeeze-It' drinks. Must be some off brand snacks that your dad got on his grocery run. While all of the red flags kept popping up, you just kept pushing them aside. That is until you heard someone yell from the other room:<</type>>
<<type 30ms skipkey "Control">>(psst! Enter your dad's name!)
"<<textbox "$name" "">>!" <</type>>
<<type 30ms skipkey "Control">>You immidiately freeze up. Someone is in your house and they sound //mad//.
You hear footsteps coming towards your place in the kitchen. You weigh your options. You decide that you could either:<</type>>
<<type 30ms skipkey "Control">>[[Run]] for your life
or
[[Stay put]] and stand your ground<</type>><<type 30ms skipkey "Control">>You decide to stay put and face this person. You put and a brave facade but you're not sure that you would be able to run even if you wanted to.
The man comes into view, he takes an authoritative stance and stares me down. He looks vaguely familiar. He looks a little bit like your dad. Sameish age and all. Is this a long lost uncle that you never knew about? No, that couldn't be. Your grandpa always made a huge deal about your dad being his only son.
That's who he looks like! Your grandpa! He looks like your grandpa but much younger and angrier. Soo.. long lost great uncle?
You suppose you've been staring too long when the man says, "Just gonna sit there and stare at me, punk?"
"I was calling you and you ignored me, got an excuse?" He added.
Huh? but he was calling for my dad. Clearly I'm not $name.
"[[Huh?]]", you ask? <</type>><<type 30ms skipkey "Control">>Your mind briefly shifts to running away. However, your body is completely frozen in fear. You couldn't run even if you wanted to.
The man comes into view, he takes an authoritative stance and stares me down. He looks vaguely familiar. He looks a little bit like your dad. Sameish age and all. Is this a long lost uncle that you never knew about? No, that couldn't be. Your grandpa always made a huge deal about your dad being his only son.
That's who he looks like! Your grandpa! He looks like your grandpa but much younger and angrier. Soo.. long lost great uncle?
You suppose you've been staring too long when the man says, "Just gonna sit there and stare at me, punk?"
"I was calling you and you ignored me, got an excuse?" He added.
Huh? but he was calling for my dad. Clearly I'm not $name.
"[[Huh?]]", you ask? <</type>>Obviously, this confused you greatly. How could this guy confuse you with your dad? You're much younger and you don't really share a lot of features with the guy. Most people say that you look more like your mother. Your dad has paler skin and freckles all over his arms. Not to mention he has a completely different hair color and facial structure that you.
While the man in front of you lectures you about being respectful and whatever, you look away from him. You've never been able to make eyecontact with people, especially when they're yelling at you. When you look to the side, you catch your reflection in window above the sink.
Your eyes widen when you realize that you //definitely// don't look like you. In fact, you have paler skin, freckles, a different hair color, and completely different facial features. You look like the pictures that you've seen of your dad when he was a teenager.
[[Shit..]]You completely tune out the man's rambling as you feel like you might puke.
The man.. your grandfather. Notices the newly organized garage and raises his eyebrows. He pats you on the shoulder and seemingly forgets about the whole "you need to be more respectful" rant and instead commends you for cleaning up the garage without him having to ask.
"I'm glad that my only son is finally gaining some respect", He comments.
He gazes down at the walkman that I'm now clutching onto for dear life with a hint of distain.
"Sure could use better taste in music though. Your friend is waiting for you at the front door."
You finally snap out of your stupor at that.
[[What Friend?]]
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