[AUTHORS NOTE: Caution, this fanfic is NOT serious...meaning some GOOFY themes and unrealistic/uncanon tropes.]
MAX
He must be busy, maybe passed out at a 24 hour dive bar. But that doesn't matter right now. What does matter is finding PJ. Turning off my car, I stepped onto the cold pavement that led to the police station. I barged inside, my heart racing and my head pounding. "Hello sir, how can I assist you today?" The lady at the desk asked, worry creasing her forehead. "I need to report a missing person."
BRADLEY
The music was childlike, reminding me of a circus. If I tried hard enough I could even make out the smell of popcorn, and the squeak of a clown nose. Of course, the hallucinations couldn't be real, but they comforted me in this time of trial. I slowly opened the door.
