After the quick cry session, Jack brought out the magical pen and wondered, "If it could do this to me, where else can I use this?" He walked out of the bathroom and went to his "bedroom".
Before Jack and his mother moved into his uncle's house, he had only two bedrooms and a small office space that he mostly used for storage. Suffice it to say, Jack's mom got the second bedroom while Jack only has a cot to his name and a cabinet to store his clothes. "All my stuff in this room is mine," Uncle Ronald said when he brought out the cot for Jack when he first moved in. "I am not planning to get rid of any of it nor are you going to do so behind my back."
"But Uncle R, why do you need this stuff," Jack pointed out. "Like, why do you even have these." Jack holds up an old calendar with nothing on it and some books that have never been touched. Uncle Ronald grabbed the items and put them back in the box they came from. "Never mind that, Jack. Just do as you're told."
And so it was. For nearly a year, Jack was stuck in the small nook of the office every time he went to bed. With the cot taking up a fourth of the space, the cabinet with the doorway being another fourth, and the rest of the space taken up with junk, it was less like Jack's bedroom and more like storage with Jack sleeping in it. It didn't help that Jack was longer than the cot so his feet were always hanging off the end. All of this added up to Jack's attempt to unalive himself, seeing how hopeless he was at home.
At least, that was before he found the pen.
Now armed with something that can fight back his inner demons, Jack heads toward his Uncle's office space and makes it his room. "And to make sure that Uncle Ronald wouldn't know about this...", Jack took the cap off the pen and put it on the end, freezing time. Then Jack started to write on everything with the pen.
"PROPER BED,
MEMORY FOAM,
FLOOR-TO-CEILING CLOSET,
BRAND CLOTHES,
WOODEN DESK,
METAL BOOKSHELVES,
COLORFUL PAINTINGS,
SMALL, SMALL, SMALL"
And with those words scattered all around the room, things started to look better for Jack. The small cot soon transforms into a wooden bed frame with the "mattress" converted into the wonderful memory foam that would've cost hundreds of dollars. The simple cabinet that only contains a few generic clothes got sucked into the wall and became a walk-in closet with top-of-the-line outfits that would put Jack on par with his peer (perhaps even better since he has improved himself first).
While there wasn't a desk, bookshelf, or paintings that were already in the room, Jack wrote those words on a few boxes and transformed them into said objects. The content inside of the ex-boxes was converted into things that Jack would use (like a modern calendar and books that he would read). The last three words that Jack wrote were on the leftover boxes so that he still fulfilled his Uncle's "wishes" and that he wouldn't get rid of them.
With his room looking like Jack's room, Jack put the cap back on the pen's head and time moved forward once again. Feeling satisfied that his living situation looks better than it has in years, Jack begins to wonder what else could he do so that he wouldn't feel that bad ever again.