The tone and atmosphere of your story is on point. You make excellent use of imagery to paint the bleak despair of the protagonist finding himself on the brink. The first chapter is overall better than the second chapter. It does need proofreading prior to posting, though. >>The once immaculately upholstered blue chair is now sitting between the two windows. It is facing the Television. It houses The Occupant, who is drunk and apathetic, close to the end of his rope. The Occupant wasn’t actively watching the Television, he just liked to have it on the default cable guide channel, as the voice of the default cable channel girl telling him what to watch made him feel as though someone cared about his existence. He listened to her. Her name is Sofia Asvoria. Tense switch here in Chapter 1 should be fixed so it's all past tense in order to be consistent with the rest of the WackHammer. I find the delineation for paragraphs in and capitalization of some nouns in Chapter 2 rather strange. For instance, the dream sequence should be contained in one paragraph. The following paragraphs ought to be combined and altered to transition (final paragraph sentence) to the ascending the stairs and going around the stacked books. >>He began to think about the circumstances of why he was alone, and how he had ended up trotting this lonesome and despicable path. >>Once, people had appreciated The Occupant for who he was. None of his former friends or acquaintances could ever deny that he was funny, charming, and erudite. Perhaps his best quality of all was his good-natured cynicism coupled with his intelligence. The Occupant never failed to call out bullshit when he saw it, but he was never mean or vindictive about the fact that he saw it when others could not. >>But that was the worst of him. The Occupant was not hated without reason. He was Vain, and Weak, failing to reach out to those who wanted to help him. He was often crippled by Guilt, Guilt felt for Nothing. Self-obsessed and obsessed with his insecurities, he often failed to do right by those who cared for him. He could’ve, should’ve, been better to those around him. *The Occupant began thinking about the circumstances of his solitude, how he wound up trotting this lonesome and despicable path. Once, people appreciated his character. No former friend or acquaintance denied he possessed humor, charm, and erudite. Perhaps good-natured cynicism coupled with intellect served as his best quality. He never failed calling out bullshit when he saw it, yet never mean or vindictive about perceiving it when others could not. Double-edged, it also brought forth his worst. He became abandoned for good reason, failing to reach out to those wanting to help him, out of pure vainness and vexing. Guilt crippled him, guilt starting over nothing. Self-absorbed by obsessing over his nagging insecurities, he often failed doing right by those who cared for him. Back then he could've and should've made a better effort for all that around him.*