(#3 in VenturianTale)
(Completed 12/18/18)
There's always been a voice in Johnny's mind. The voice doesn't really talk to him, though, not much at least. He talks to himself mostly. It's usually about some 'secret'. It's become a sort of background noise in Johnny's mind. Until now that's all the voice had done. But as Johnny grew older, the voice grew louder, became stronger, Until, one day Johnny found himself watching his body move without his control. He unwillingly hurt anyone he got close to. So, he pushed them all away. But every once in a while, someone would try to get close. And he hurt every single one of them. So he ran. And when he stopped, a boy found him. And for once, they were okay. And for a while, they stayed that way. But after a while, he found himself about to kill his only friend. The voice must have gotten bored again, just like with all the others. So, he did the only thing he could do.
Johnny pointed the blade at himself.
TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide, Gore, Death, Depression, and General Dark Themes!
A Pretty Red Color. ( A Jimmy Casket X Reader Fanfiction)
25 parts Complete
25 parts
Complete
You've just moved in to what seems like the friendliest little town you've ever encountered. Too bad it's full of weirdoes, ghosts, and serial killers.
(( Gore Warning ))
{Picture found on Google, rights to it belong to the artist}
[Reenacting scenes for YouTube {([ If you like to do that kind of thing ])} when the story is finished is encouraged]
This is done completely out of fun, and hobby. If anyone wants to give me suggestions, feel free to leave them in the comments.