The Monster Upstairs: Searching for truth, struggling for humanity

I wait for time to allow me to rest, but I have to stand here, watch humans crumble, and feel the pain. My wooden skeleton bows under years of strain like an old man with failing knees. I want to collapse like dominoes, each world disconnecting and hurtling into oblivion, me finally at peace. Better that than watch the Scroggins kids fail. Things are hopeless. The kids can’t really change the Monster. There are too many chances and risks and possibilities. It’s just too much.