Chapter 6: What Time is it?

He threw his book bag on his bed which was perfectly neat and tidy, almost like someone hadn't slept there for awhile.

His glare softened when he thought about how ever since he got out of the coma how using his Wall Crawling abilities to sleep felt so natural, Plus the bed made him uncomfortable after awhile due to how soft it was. He webbed the door shut and stripped. After all, Isaac didn't want what happened with Liz to happen again. One family member seeing him naked was enough. He stripped, peeling off the spider suit before he observed it and it's uneven stitching due how poorly it was hemmed in some places. Isaac knew he wasn't a masterclass seamstress but his lack of skill made the article of clothing unsightly from up close.

He had to borrow Ernie's sewing machine to even achieve a feat like that in the first place. Thankfully, he did have practice with it, being forced to use it when Ernie was busy with other, smaller parts of her cosplay costumes that required more skill. He sighed, tossing it into his infinitesimally small closet that was practically empty, but it still barely held the room required to fit a body. He shot the flying suit to the back of the ceiling. He than switched his attention to the mask where one word came into his mind when he wore it and what he hoped people saw as it stared back at them.

'Hope'

He sighed before he also throwing the mask as close as he could with the rest of his suit. Afterword, he did a couple more assignments that would bring him some much needed income for the next couple of days and after that, he did some chores for around his room, multitasking as he performed his daily hygiene regimen so he could fully commit to being slumped on his bed for a couple of minutes before sleep overtook him. He stared at the ceiling, the white light's humbuzz fading in and out of the background as he tried to calm down the still simmering anger in the back of his racing thoughts. Alcohol did nothing for him as it turned out, not even a buzz which while saddened him, it was for the best. He rummaged in his pocket for his phone, palming his phone and sliding the lock to open it and going to his gallery, shuffling the folder to his family files before he pressed the first video.

[Start of the Video]

Video of him and his mom, him playing Uke

A honey-skinned kid pressed the record as he propped up the phone against a red solo cup but after a couple of thuds of the phone being too heavy, the kid placed it against a transparent neon green box. The kid pulled out a glossy, ebony skinned chair which was a padded with a velvet colored pillow. He tried to sit down but his body wasn't quite big enough. Maneuvering some kind of beaten plastic box that peeked into the camera. It's handled flapped defiantly, He tipsy-toed to the chair flexing his calf to reach the top with the help one of his hands, pulling on the back of chair while the other lifted him up. He kneed the red plush before plopping successfully on the chair, scooting himself towards the middle as his oversized white shirt slipped to the side revealing his collar bone but he paid no mind. Looking to someone off of the camera's view as he opened the box, leaving it's context hidden from the camera but a goofy smile revealed that it was something certainly interesting.

"What are you doing Izzy?" A feminine voice questioned, curiously. The camera picked up on her closeness with a slight shift of her body. Her hand was the only thing revealed.

"I- want to play for you." The kid said as he pulled out an wooden instrument that looked to be a Ukulele at first glance but with another, it's neck was just slightly longer, The body was just slightly too big for him but he didn't mind trying to twirl one of the thick metal string that resisted. The kid rubbed his hand on the side of the acoustic bass guitar before he did the same with the string. Softly picking on the strings for it to vibrate warmly through the air.

"Fine, but we need to go to the grocery store before Daddy and Mare get back."

"Oki. SO," The kid slapped his hand on the instrument playfully.

"What should w'-I play." He giggled. The older lady drummed her hands on the table quietly causing the video to quiver as she spawned pulled out a pen out of nowhere and tapped it on the table gently.

"How about that song that you played for me earlier?"

"Really?" He asked incredulously. Even though the camera didn't pick it up, you could hear her nod by the slight giggle.

"Yeah!"

Her voice held no doubt as she jovially sang the word at the end.

"Okay." The boy smiled, clearing his throat as he failed to stop smiling.

"Okay okay. OKay" He said trying to beat the smile down, after a couple of seconds he breathed it out before he plucked the strings. The melody was morose but inviting like a hot shower on a cold, humid day. The young boy sang softly as he covered a song from his favorite artist, Olivia Olson.

[Let's go in the garden

You'll find something waiting

Right there where you left it

Lying upside down

When you finally find it

You'll see how it's faded

The underside is lighter

When you turn it around

Everything stays

Right where you left it

Go down to the ocean

the crystal tide is raising

the water's gotten higher

as the shore washes out

keep your eyes wide open

even when the sun is blazing

the moon controls the tide

it can cause you to dro-]

"Shit. Sorry" The kid cursed as he winced but the he just received a slightly rough hand fumbling around his hair.

"Swear Jar"

[End of the Video]

Isaac smiled, letting sleep ease him into it's lull as he thought about the name that he wanted to go by.