Vern's POV
It was a dark and cloudy day as always. I was walking on the pavement, trying to get to my apartment. The day I had at work was as it always is, suffocating and boring as hell. My boss constantly shouts at me. He doesn't even know my name. He refers to all of his employees as numbers. To him, I'm EMPLOYEE # 665. It pisses me off how detached he is from literally ALL of his workers. If I wasn't shoving that damn medication down my throat, I'd have half the mind to stab his eye out with that pen he keeps on his desk and then grab that annoying ass paperweight he's always holding and smash his head in. Then again, I don't think the person I have in my life would approve of killing someone so.... quickly...
As I managed to make it to my apartment, the thing that stopped me in my tracks was the disgusting appearance of the place I call "Home".
The old and brown bricks the building had, the rusted metal of the ladder on each window, and the windows that were either cracked or just gone was just SOME of the problems with the place. Believe me, it gets worse if you're planning on visiting MY room. After I was done taking in the shameful scenery, I believed it was time to actually GET HOME. So I walked in, took the elevator, and started to unlock my door. As I put the key in, one of the many people that make my life a nightmare I want to wake up from walks towards me. It was my landlord Will. Will is what you'd call a stereotypical Brooklyn citizen. He wore an old, stained gray hoodie that absolutely wreaked of Bourbon and would bug the living hell out of me by reminding me to pay my rent. I understand that landlords are supposed to do that, but Will does it way too much.
Will: "H-Hey what's u-up skinny..?"
Oh my god. I forgot to mention that stupid damn nickname he calls me. Not to mention he's clearly drunk.
Will: "Ya got dat m-money you owe m-me boy...?"
Vern: "As always, no. I constantly tell you, I'm going to have it to you by next week.."
Will: *hic* "Ya better... Or else imma kick your ass o-out...!"
He started walking away and that almost made me feel happy. Hopefully I can get permission to kill him soon. I'm starting to grow impatient. I open my door and practically slam it shut. I lock my door and begin to take off my work clothes. I hang up my dress shirt and tie and sit down on my gross couch. I dig in my sock and pull out a Zippo lighter and a pack of smokes. I have them hidden in my sock because of how strict my boss is. He never allows smoke breaks but that never stops me. I put a cig in my mouth and light it. As I breath the smoke in, I take it out with left index and middle finger and blow smoke up at my ceiling. I then grab the TV remote and switch on to the News channel.
News Anchor: "I'm Lawrence O'Neil, coming to you live outside a local Frallmart where a mass homicide has occurred with the mutilated corpses of victims. It seems the killer is just choosing random innocent people which is, if you ask me, completely stupid..."
Okay "Lawrence O'Neil". Looks like the News station will have to find a new News Anchor. Since those words of yours cut a bit deep, I guess I'll have to cut deep into you.
???: "Brainstorming new plans are we..?"
Just the thought of the voice I'd just heard sent chills down my spine. It was a voice I had become all too familiar with. It was the voice of...
Vern: "M-Mr. Shanky..?"
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Intense Confusion
HorrorThere's a man named Vern. Vern is in his early 20s and he lives in Brooklyn, NY. He lives in a trashy apartment and works at a cubicle office job for a corrupt corporation. Vern is also a Schizophrenic who continuously talks to the voices in his he...
