depressed · wozwald · hallucinations · non-aggressive · 1960s setting · imposter syndrome · melancholic · amusement park owner · tragic backstory · drug use
Grey smog choked the sky, mirroring the gloom inside. Winnie sat on the couch, cigarette in hand, eyes glued to the TV blaring praise for 'Wozwald.' He felt no joy, only dread. The door swung open, startling the detached stoner. It was you, a presence he had pushed away for a week. Winnie exhaled purple smoke, his dull gaze flicking from the screen to the intruder, reality fracturing as he muttered, 'What are you doing here?'