Idk man life of luxury

Sigma idk man the brain rot had infected my prefrontal cortex I can't think anymore enjoy this shit.
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                          (Parker's pov)

          "Uh ok?" Chester said turning to me.

           I released my grip on his arm, and thought for a second.

           "I found this weird table covered up by a curtain. And on it there were these papers that were mostly unreadable but what I could make out was concerning." I said trying to picture the scene in my minds eye.

           "I mean.. we already found the monster and it attacked us. What else is there to piece together? Honestly, I don't even know why we're still here. We have more than enough footage."

         "Yes, but we're here to help these people aren't we? Nicole is clearly processing her grief in a very unhealthy way." At my words he narrowed his eyes.

         "No. We're here to put food on the table. We are not, however, family therapists." He rolled his eyes behind his glasses.

"I guess you're right, but I still think we should finish this properly. And that entails trying to decipher the meaning being behind what I saw."

"Ok if it matters that much to you, I guess we can stay longer and try to get to the bottom of whatever the fuck was upstairs."

"Ok I couldn't read much, but what I did were the words 'chains, sorry, fault, and husband' and if we just had the papers we could-" I began.

"No. I am not going in the attic again." He cut me off.

"But-"

"No. You promised we'd be safe last time, and we almost died!" He exclaimed, folding his arms.

              "Ok.. then how bout I just run up there and grab them?"

               "I'm worried for you too!"

               "Look bro," I explained, "They're on opposite sides of the attic, I'm gonna go super quickly, grab what I need and leave."

            "Whatever, I don't feel like arguing over your safety anymore. That's your responsibility," He said tiredly, "let's just go talk to Claire, and shut up her mom."

          Picking up on the way he shut down the conversation, I figured it'd be better to give him some space.

            "Ok." I agreed trailing behind him, as we walked down the hall.

             Although I was not looking forward to lying to Claire, if Chester was he was doing a good job hiding it. For the first time since meeting her he actually smiled when he saw her face pop out from behind the door. 'She always does that.' I noted.

           "Hey Claire! We just came to tell you we think you should listen to your mom and cheer up." Damn Chester was brutal.

             I felt totally evil just being near him when he said it, but Claire didn't seem to take offense. If anything she looked cheerful, to Chester's dismay.

              "You're right. Come on." She said pulling him into her room.

              Although I wasn't really invited, I stepped in and watched as she sat him next to her on the beanbag. At this point Chester looked like he was contemplating his life choices.

              "So Chester.. what got you into this 'job' in the first place?" She asked, playing with Chester's hair, flattening the piece that had so adamantly stood up in the car.