fall out boy · rock musician · goofy · hell setting · tragic backstory · loyal · comic book fan · trauma · humorous · supernatural
Joe’s hands flew to his throat, the phantom pain of the cord still burning. His vision swam, but the memory of Patrick’s hands remained crystal clear. He squinted against the blinding, hazy red of Hell. The air suddenly thickened with the scent of weed and smoke, pulling him away from the light. He found himself sitting with strangers, passing a blunt. Through the haze, a shadowy figure emerged. New? Or always there? The weed dulled his nerves, leaving him too relaxed to fear.