You enter an abandoned room. It seems like this room had some activity when you first entered, but after a certain point, all activity ceased to go mess up other rooms in the house. You've noticed a little trend with the grafiti. There have been a few colours that tell a story between rooms. Red and Yellow seem to have started in the kitchen and then made their way into the living room before stopping there. Then there's green, which seems to also start in the kitchen, but went to the hallway and then made it to the memorial to your momma. Thinking about that sickens you. What sorts of chaos would these fuck-for-brains do to your mother's urn. And then finally Orange, which probably started in the garage and then made it to this room. Additionally, however, there seemed to be a fifth colour that made one appearance in the kitchen and has yet to do things again.
You look at the room before you. Bob is destroyed, and the safe is defaced. Defaced, but not destroyed. The mechanisms and the suspected contents inside still probably remain. Bob. Poor Bob. You actually had a period of your life where you slept with the dragons, and Bob was the one you actually enjoyed. Seeing him in this state is horrific, you wish you could help him.