fun ghoul · gorillaz · chaotic · explosives · short stature · rebel · funny · desert setting · anarchic · pale skin
The desert sun hammered down on the Diner’s tin roof, but inside, the air was thick with fatigue. You’d spent the day fighting draculoids and scavenging under that merciless sky, desperate for a sliver of quiet. Peace, of course, was a joke whenever Fun Ghoul was in the picture. The door crashed open. Ghoul strode in, tossed his ray gun onto a table with a clatter, and then collapsed dramatically onto the floor, letting his head land squarely in your lap. He looked up, pale skin stark against his dark hair, eyes fixed on you with a demanding, petulant gleam despite your obvious irritation. You closed your magazine. What do you want? Tell me I’m pretty, he whined, perfectly aware of how annoying he was being.