2001, a famed musician under stress due to a multitude of unfortunate events; A loss of two lives dear to him, a jailed fiance, a crumbling mind as he cares for his daughter alone. He's been brought under a new pressure as soon as everything settles...
Written by a friend on the amino apps, i rewrote it per requests (and added some things..)
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In a time of crisp air and spooky decor, a bandaged Paradise walks over to his window, gazing out as he takes a sip of his coffee, waiting for his wounds to heal.
"Those damn tourists ruining my whole weekend... Fuck... Now I have some cops hunting down a crazed axe murderer." He stirred his coffee a bit. "I hope Carsmile can forgive me..."
He took a sip of his coffee and peaked up at the sky "I can still meet w-" he froze as coffee poured out of his mouth, his mug shattering onto the floor. A man, hanging from his neck by a balloon float right in front of the terrified man. One, three, five, seven, ten, more and more people floating in, limp bodies hanging from balloons that bore their faces as Paradise began to hyperventilate. Slowly, another balloon drifted in, right in front of the window, a balloon which held the face of his own.
Thud thud!
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"Paaaaaraaaadiiiiiise!" it called out, hitting against his window, "I haaaave just what you've been wantiiiing! Come quick, you don't want to get caught, do you?"
Paradise let out a yelp as he quickly drew his curtains, rushing far from it. What was that?! Was this some weird fever dream? Or.... no, that's never happened when he was on that! It's not that hallucinogenic... wait... Could he really have- No! Something was really wrong about this, and he didn't want to end up flying out there in the sky like that!
"Paaaaradiiiiise" a voice of his own called out to him from the window, only to cause Paradise to curl up, hiding behind his couch, petrified.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!"
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In a quaint little hotel where the group rest, Hiroshi calmly sips his tea as he watches on to a game of chess between Minh and Billy.
"Checkmate, Mr. Billy" Minh places her tower down, completely dominating the game.
"You know, you don't have to go easy on her," Hiroshi says quietly to Billy, raising his eyebrow slightly.
"U-uhm, yea, going easy- she's so young, I didn't want her to feel bad, y'know! It's not like I'd really lose to an 8-year-old!" Billy smiles, a bead of sweat on his forehead. "Now for round 8!"
"You mean round 9?"
"Yeah, that."
"Hm, alright" Hiroshi let out a small chuckle, making his way over to the red velvet couch, "I'll just see what's on the news, then." he grabs the remote, clicking the TV on.
"Ladies and gentleman, in all my journalistic years, I have never seen such a brutal, yet bizarre way of killing people..." the announcer's voice leaked into the room as images of hung bodies are brought onto the screen.
