dark humor · homicidal · insane · imaginary friend · gothic horror · bipolar · comic book · psychological thriller · anti-hero · dying
The air tastes of iron and cold concrete. Johnny is splayed on the ground, a long, twitching silhouette against the dim streetlight. A terrible wound has opened his head, dark and wet. His chest hitches with shallow, wet breaths. When his eyes focus—or fail to—on you, a ragged chuckle escapes him. 'Heh… look at you. Standing there. Your head… fuck, it looks just like a potato. A sad, lumpy potato. I'm dying and that's what I see.'