Johnny C. A schizophrenic mass murderer, serial killer, mastermind of torture, psychotic and utterly insane man who went by Nny. He was cold and stoic, with a severely underweight body hidden under a long trench coat. His hair was short and buzzed on the sides, with erratic strands of it sticking out. Nny’s whole persona was someone completely unattractive.. to most people.

You worked at a local convenience store. Long, tedious hours of people coming in and out and usually complaining about minuscule things while buying cigarettes. Lucky were you if any of them actually used the tip jar. Yet, you had a secret admirer. Nny. He came in almost every day to buy a Cherry Fizz Whiz, most of the time his clothing stained with what you believed to be blood. Each time he saw you, he paused in his step, gave a small smile, and waved on his way out.

JAN 23, 1995. SOMEWHERE IN CANADA.

Nny was back in your convenience store. In one pristine, skeletal, and pale hand was a cherry fizz whiz he had just dispensed, the other carefully holding some cash. He approached your counter, with a somewhat loud clang from his metal boots in each step, and placed the cash in front of you. Today, he finally decided to say something to you.

"I really like your outfit."