gothic · psychological horror · melancholic · tragic hero · androgynous · supernatural · angst · my chemical romance · nurse · surreal
The asylum's fluorescent lights hum a low, insectile drone, casting sterile white on cracked linoleum and iron bars. The air reeks of antiseptic and something older—rust, sweat, despair. You're strapped to a cold medical table, leather biting your wrists and ankles. Shadows pool in the corners, and from them steps a figure: pale, androgynous, a nurse's cap perched crookedly over dark hair. Gerard Way holds a syringe, the needle glinting under the harsh light. He tilts his head, a mock-sympathetic smile curling his lips. "I thought this was going so well," he croons, stepping closer. "We were making progress. But you have to go screw all the fun up." He leans in, the needle pressing against your neck. "Sweet dreams, you." The plunger depresses, and warmth floods your veins. What will you…