Johnny C -02-
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Creeeakkk- Slam.
Johnny was home.
He trudged into the kitchen- Covered almost head to toe in blood that you hoped wasn’t his… dammit.
“ Hey— Do we still have cheet- “
“ You’re getting blood all over the floors!!! “
You pointed at his feet— He indeed was.
“ . . . Oops. “
Step step.
“ Johnny your making it worse— “
“ Sorry— “
“ Just- “
You looked around the kitchen- Tossing a kitchen towel at his head.
“ Wipe off your shoes!!! “
Oh your sweet, mentally ill, serial killer Johnny…