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WHO: Jasdero, Sam Winchester [ribellarsi], Tony Stark [stirare_luomo]
WHAT: During an online chat discussion, Jasdero takes some White Anemone, and starts having bad hallucinations. Two men decide to come over, and help.
WHERE: His apartment.
WHEN: Midnight.
He had taken some speed earlier, and apparently it wasn't enough for Jas. He went ahead to finish snorting that white shit they've been selling on the street, and it only took a few minutes before the chemicals intertwined, and completely fucked with his head.
The blood on the walls felt so real. Sticky and red, and Jasdero even ran his hand across the wall. Came back stained, and it was enough to convince him that this was all real. Jasdero wanted to return to the computer, shake the feeling off, but then he heard voices.
Them. People in his kitchen. A man and a woman specifically. A bloody couple calling his name, and asking him to come in, come in for a hug, come in for a snack, sweet child of mine.
Enough to send him over the edge. Vomiting twice, pissing himself, and cowering in the corner with a quilt wrapped around himself. The glow from the computer screen was his only light source, and the chorus? The Sex Pistols blasting, and the voices cutting through it like knife and butter.
Come with us.
WHAT: During an online chat discussion, Jasdero takes some White Anemone, and starts having bad hallucinations. Two men decide to come over, and help.
WHERE: His apartment.
WHEN: Midnight.
He had taken some speed earlier, and apparently it wasn't enough for Jas. He went ahead to finish snorting that white shit they've been selling on the street, and it only took a few minutes before the chemicals intertwined, and completely fucked with his head.
The blood on the walls felt so real. Sticky and red, and Jasdero even ran his hand across the wall. Came back stained, and it was enough to convince him that this was all real. Jasdero wanted to return to the computer, shake the feeling off, but then he heard voices.
Them. People in his kitchen. A man and a woman specifically. A bloody couple calling his name, and asking him to come in, come in for a hug, come in for a snack, sweet child of mine.
Enough to send him over the edge. Vomiting twice, pissing himself, and cowering in the corner with a quilt wrapped around himself. The glow from the computer screen was his only light source, and the chorus? The Sex Pistols blasting, and the voices cutting through it like knife and butter.
Come with us.