Obsessed and sociopath

After the short explanation from Randal, Lyra asked him:

"So, let me guess. Your neighbor didn't come out of his room for 6 months!?"

"Yup. I forgot how he looks like."

"Maybe, he is dead?"

"Nah, you heard growls, he is alive. Don't know how," said Randal taking another sip of beer. Lyra was sitting on the couch and playing with the TV remote.

"What is this?"

"This TV remote. But it doesn't work. He has no batteries."

"What are the batteries?"

"This is little things which have electricity and power little things like toy robots, consoles, etc."

"Wow, there are so many things there! I want to know more! Wow, I am looking like Twilight now." Randal sighed and prepared for another lection.

"Oh, what is this?" Lyra pointed to the big metal container.

"It's a fridge. A big box with a cold temperature inside, but this one is broken. The door is locked by the ice crust."

"Wait, that's why you put pizza on the table?"

"Yeah."

"Did you try to buy a new one?"

"I don't have any money. Ugh, god damnit, now I know what my teacher was feeling when I was asking him stupid questions!"

"Oh, sorry. I am just so excited to be in the human world. There are so many things and technologies."

"Are you keen on technologies? I mean batteries, engines-"

"What? No, I just want to know how they work."

"Hm, okay." Lyra saw a square black object and asked:

"What is this thing?" She pointed to it. Randal turned his head and said:

"It's a TV. The best time killer and also good informer."

"Cool. So, where will I sleep?" Randal looked at Lyra and began rubbing his chin.

"Well, you can sleep on the couch. I will give you a blanket. It's in my closet." With those words, Randal headed to his room, leaving Lyra alone. She began waiting for him, but suddenly she saw something under the couch. She grabbed it and it was a crowbar. Then she came up with an idea.

1 minute later

Randal exited his room with the least dirty blanket he had and saw that his fridge...was open and Lyra was collecting all garbage (rotten food from fridge) into packets.

"Wait, did you open the fridge? How did you do that?" Lyra looked at him and said:

"I used a crowbar. And now I am cleaning this thing up. Ugh, seem like you didn't open it for a very long time." Lyra pulled out a headless fish and put it in the package. Soon all 4 packages were full. She grabbed them and threw them through the window. All packages landed on the trash can. Randal looked at her and said:

"So are you gonna clean my house up?"

"Yeah, I want to live in purity. Um, for what is it?"

"This is your blanket. The cleanest one in this place." Lyra wanted to say something, but suddenly someone knocked on the door.

"Who is there?" asked Randal

"Randal Hicks! Open the door!" shouted someone outside.

"Mr. Marconi?"

"Of course not Pizza Delivery. Open this door!" Randal approached the door and opened it. Lyra peeked out from the corner and saw a man (about 50-60 years old) who was wearing trousers, a dirty tank top, slippers.

"Oh hi, Mr. Marconi. Hadn't seen you for long."

"Very funny, Hicks. Do you know what day will be tomorrow?"

"You mean, tomorrow you will try to pull out this ferret from the vent? Hm, you know I will be quite busy tomorrow, so-"

"Haha, you are punster, Hicks. But you are wrong. Tomorrow is a payday and I want to see my money. If you won't have them, I will kick you out from the flat. Understand?"

"Yeah, yeah. Old music. Pay or go away. By the way, when you will give me back my megaphone?" Instead of an answer, Mr. Marconi went up to his flat and closed the door.

"Uh, old bastard," murmured Randal closing the door.

"Who was that?" asked Lyra. Randal looked at her and answered:

"This is Mr. Marconi. My landlord and father."

"Father? If he is your father, why he calls you by your name?"

"He isn't my biological father. You know he is like a second father to me. He someday said that I am like a son to him."

"Oh, okay. But where are we gonna find the money?"

"I don't know. I don't have any gold stuff or something like that."

"Gold? You mean gold coins?" With those words, Lyra pulled out a few bits from her bag. Randal's eyes widened and he shouted:

"Wow! You had gold coins all this time and you didn't even tell me about that!?"

"You didn't ask. Why are you so surprised?"

"Well, our money is paper. Like this." Randal pulled out a green banknote with a number '10' on it. "While your coins cost a lot of them. Can you give me some?"

"Okay." Lyra gave Randal coins who began counting them and put them in the pocket.

"Wait here! I will be right back." He opened the door and headed to somewhere leaving puzzled Lyra. She looked around and sighed:

"I have a lot of work to do." Meanwhile, Randal came out of the building and was met by several crushed cars, police cars, and ambulance cars.

"Wow, that was fast," commented Randal. Then he saw the familiar faces of policemen. One man was standing near the cars and telling onlookers to calm down and go home. He was wearing a police uniform and had a blonde hair under the hat.

'Officer Murray. Always willing to protect and serve.' Then Randal saw a pair of other policemen who were inspecting the traffic accident. The first man was wearing a blue shirt, gray jeans and had a camera. Ted. Another man was wearing a green shirt, gray jeans, and had a bald head and a tassel. Ned. Randal wanted to approach Murray to ask him what is going on, but he was stopped by another familiar person.

"Hey, where are you going?" Randal turned around and saw a middle-aged man, who was wearing gray jeans, tie and had a cigarette in his mouth. Sgt. Cramer.

"I asked you a question, boy. What the hell are you doing here?" Sgt glared at Randal, but he got used to it and answered:

"Well, I was just walking around and saw this mess. I just wanted to know what happened here." Suddenly Ted turned to Randal and answered:

"Don't you see? A traffic accident happened."

"And because of what? The old lady was crossing the road and suddenly had a heart attack in the middle of it?"

"Nah, this time another reason. Someone threw boxes of pizza on the road, so some cars slipped on it and bumped into each other which cause a chain reaction," said Ned. "But what really interesting is a pizza. It hasn't been in the fridge for about 5 years! Just look at pepperoni. They are multiplying by mitosis!"

"Wow, man! Who could keep the pizza outside the fridge for fucking 5 years!?" cried out Ted.

"No idea, man. But in one thing I totally sure! This man, to whom this pizza belongs, is a total scruff!"

"Hey, maybe he just was too lazy for this."

"Interesting. And why do you think so? This your pizza?" asked Kramer.

"What!? No. I just say my opinion. So, excuse me, I need to go."

"Not so fast, boy. Do you have an idea that 3 people died in this accident? And I have suspicions that you somehow involved in this." Sgt threw his cigarette and began smoking a new one. Randal began slightly worrying but remained calm.

"Let me guess. I am under suspicion, yeah?"

"Ha, you learn fast, boy. I am busy now, so you can go, but don't leave the town and have a phone in your pocket."

"I will wait like a teenage girl, who is waiting for a call from the boy who deprived her virginity."

"Out. Now!" shouted Cramer, who was fed up with Randal's presence. Randal turned around and headed to the underground station, sighing in relief.

"Phew, that was close." Randal went down to the station and saw a receptionist. Old woman with a big nose, puffy purple hair, glasses who was wearing glasses, white shirt and brown sweater without sleeves. Betty. Randal took a seat on the train and began waiting for the stop. Soon the train arrived and he went up on the street, where he saw a building with a sign 'Mel's pawn shop'. He entered the shop and was met by various junk. And behind the counter, the owner of the place was standing. He was wearing a red hoody, blue jeans and had a ring on his right ear. Randal approached the counter and said:

"Hey Mel, what's up?"

"Nah, as usual. Customers buy and sell their stuff."

"Cool. Because I have something that will definitely interest you."

"I am listening."

"Gold coins." With those words, Randal pulled out 5 bits from the pocket and put them on the table. Mel's eyes slightly widened and he said:

"Wow. Wait a second." Mel took one coin and began examining it.

"Be right back." He entered the storeroom and closed the door behind him. After one minute, Mel came out of the room and said:

"That's real gold. And which kind of gold. The cleanest one I have ever seen! Okay, here is your money." Mel opened the cash machine and pulled out the big amount of money and passed it to Randal.

"Holy fuck, man! That's a lot of money!"

"Oh yeah. If you find more of them, you know what to do."

"Yeah, I know." Randal grabbed the money and exited the building.

"Oh yeah, beat it, Marconi! I have the money to pay rent. Screw you! Haha!" With those words, he went down to the metro station. Soon he was near his apartment, where policemen were still inspecting the crime. Randal went up to his flat and opened the door. Suddenly he noticed that his flat didn't smell like a dump. Then he saw that everything was clean and on their spots: the dishes were washed, windows were clean, etc. Randal smiled and said:

"Wow, it was so clean, when I moved there firstly." Then he heard the snoring. He approached the couch and saw Lyra who was sleeping on it.

"Damn, she looks cute, when she is sleeping." With those words, Randal headed to his room and lied down on his bed.