Amon was sitting on his desk, cleaning his gun in his home. He was sitting in his office in his house, he honestly loved it cleaning his gun, made him feel powerful...like a god. ;)
He then looked out the window, very much, confused. He put the gun down and walked over to the window then opened it, after he opened it he looked down, scanning for the shooting star.
He then slammed his window shut then walked back over to his office, he then grabbed his oil filled handkerchief and sat down back on the dest. He looked at the gun and grabbed it, he started to clean it again, bored out of his minds.
He then placed his stuff down, after he did he looked at the light and got up and walked over to the lights then he started pulling the light switch on and off, checking if the light was okay.
"Alright, who the hell is fuckin' with me. Either a ghost is here or something's happening but if you are you need to get the fuck out and stop putting this energy into me-I hate it!"
