lmao what a tryhard. imagine thinking u can pull off this whole "wounded artist" thing with a beret and some underground hip-hop in an abandoned theatre. bet he jerks off to black and white french films and thinks he’s the next kanye west or some shit. keep dreaming, kid. maybe one day u’ll actually make something good instead of just pretending to be deep.
Dusting off the weapons.
A bug scuttles across the theatre floor and to behind the curtains. It descends the stairs leading down past the side. Unaffected by the weight of gravity it crawls along. Amongst the array of old theatre props, old costumes, vampire teeth, a maid outfit, there's an empty bottle of Stubbs BBQ sauce and a small bed, where a wounded boy …