MULTI-DIMENSIONAL ADVENTURES OF A PSYCOPATH!!!

an unlikely visitor

Let me paint you a scene. . . . . . .

We start off by looking at the rooftops of buildings, on the streets the light of the city illumated the streets and buildings. People can be seen walking around and talking as cars pass on the road. Then the camera goes over to a darker part of the city, where we see small groups of people walking around along with run down houses and broken streets. Further beyond those houses we see a lone pick up truck with two large crates in the back of it, inside were two guys, the driver was wearing a green bandana that covered his face from the nose down, along with that he had what looked like a small antenna sticking out from right behind his left ear. The other guy was sitting right beside him and was messing around with the radio of the truck, he also wore a green bandana but he had it tied on his forehead. He stuck his tongue out as he was trying to find a song on the radio.

As he kept on changing the radio over and over the driver would get more and more impatient with him to the point where a tick mark formed on his head.

Driver: Dude!

The passenger jumped a bit at the driver yelling at him and stopped messing with the raido. The driver kept looking forward as he drove

Driver: Just pick a fuckin' Station and leave it there!

The passenger leaned back onto his seat in an annoyed way.

Passenger: man they don't have any good songs on tho. Most of this shit Is just about that bullshit that happend at the festival about and about how some short fused had to be put in restraints or some shit.

Driver: fine!

The driver took one hand of the wheel and hovered over the radio. The dial then started turning until it finally landed on a song he thought would calm down his mood. He then took his hand away from the radio and put it back on the wheel

Driver: there! Now leave it alone!

The passenger grunted and nodded as he turned his head and looked out the window. Now being forced to listen to the song.

Passenger: man, you've got the weirdest quirk ever.

The driver said nothing but slowly tilted his head to look at the passenger.

Driver: the fuck you say?

The passenger looked at the driver.

Passenger: I mean come on. . . . . . You can manipulate radio frequencies but for some fuckin' reason you can only connect to American radio stations. . . . . . .  Which I may remind you, are all the way across the world!

Driver: oh yeah? Well there got better fuckin taste in music over there, and besides you can't say much about my quirk being shit, rat for breath!

The passenger squinted his eyes and then brought a hand close to his mouth and then breathed on it, he then smelt it and Slighly gagged at the smell, before looking back at the driver.

Passenger: . . . . .  fine I'll shut up,

As the song played on the passenger reasted his head on his arm as he was looking outside the window, watching as they were passing each worn down house, he then yawned revealing a set of sharp teeth and a forked tongue, when he finished yawning he closed his mouth but his tongue poked out and he Slightly hissed as his tongue moved almost like that of a snakes. He then looked disgusted as he looked at the driver.