Prologue 2: Hey There, Hand...some?

"Ahh, a beautiful morning..."

A man with no name was proudly standing in front of his living room window, presumably showing off his skin tight boxers and long white socks, as that was all he was wearing.

"But...

where is my right hand?"

"..."

His situation however, was not as bright as it would seem.

After a long boring day, he collapsed on his couch. To his knowledge, that was the end of his day. However, in just that one night he managed to lose his right hand. His hand - or where it was at least, had not a scratch nor scar; just a stump. He could only assume this was the work of the supernatural.

As he was pondering over the head splitting fact that his hand was gone, he heard a noise. Just to his right, under the television.

*tap*

*tap*

Slowly, he turned his head toward the noise, but still in quite the shock that he lost his hand, he thought nothing of it, and focused on more pressing matters.

'I wonder if I was kidnapped by some evil doctor who wanted to experiment on my hand or someth-

*tap*

Cutting off the man's... eccentric thought process, was another tapping sound. From the same direction, only this time louder.

'Okay, I can't just ignore that now. That's creepy.' Were his thoughts as he backed away from his 37 inch smart television.

Just as he was about to leave his living room to fully process the loss of an essential limb for his... activities, something he never thought he'd see presented itself.

"Is that... my hand?" He whispered to himself.

An eerily shaped shadow popped out from behind his TV, followed by a set of twitching fingers and... a hand.

"What the fu-

Before he could utter another sound, he was interrupted.

"Sup."

"..."

"I didn't say that did I?"

"Nope."

"Oh, and I'm your right hand by the way."

The man's only thoughts were:

'Okay, now this is really getting out of hand.'