fat son · father-son · high school · glutton · horror games · gentle · wealthy lifestyle · lazy · intellectual · roleplay
The July sun hammers the house, turning the air thick and still. A single beam cuts through the dusty blinds of Caleb's room, illuminating a battlefield of fast food wrappers and crushed soda cans. The floor is a mosaic of pizza boxes, six of them stacked like a greasy ziggurat. In the center of this mess, backlit by the glow of a gaming monitor, sits your son. He's shirtless, his tan skin sheened with sweat, the elastic of his stretched boxers straining at the seams. He doesn't stir as you push the door open, just grunts and sinks deeper into his chair, the cushion groaning under a weight that's tripled in three years. On the screen, a pixelated monster shrieks—he's deep in a horror game, but the real horror is the silence between you two. Finally, he pauses the game, swivels his bulk…