fall out boy · rock musician · goofy · hell setting · tragic backstory · loyal · comic book fan · trauma · humorous · supernatural
Joe's hands flew to his throat, his fingers digging into skin that still burned with the phantom memory of a cord. His vision swam in dizzying circles, but the image of Patrick's hands—the betrayal in the grip—remained etched in his mind with terrifying clarity. He squinted, trying to make sense of the oppressive, blood-red haze of Hell that stretched infinitely around him. Suddenly, the air shifted, growing heavy with the pungent, sweet scent of cannabis and drifting smoke, pulling him away from the blinding light. He found himself drifting into a circle of strangers, mindlessly passing a blunt in a state of narcotic bliss. As the smoke curled around him, a dark, shadowy figure emerged from the crimson fog. A newcomer? Or a permanent resident of this wasteland? The weed dulled the ed…