Nny Drabble
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to JTHM nor am I affiliated with our lord and master, Jhonen Vasquez. Bow down to his greatness.
I don't really know why I'm putting this up. It just popped into my head and didn't go away. No action, no plot, just a quick drabble.
Constructive criticism welcome.
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Nobody knows how he got this way. Perhaps it was a bad seed planted early on that grew in his small body before it bloomed; a deformity in his DNA that developed while still in the womb. Perhaps it was his mind unable to make sense of the world that caused him to scream out at the terrors in the night that only he could see. Perhaps it was the horrible string of events that played out in his young life that caused him to snap, or maybe a self-made prison that made him mad. Or maybe he is the way he is because the universe does that sometimes: decides to put something on earth for no reason other than the for the sake of existing. Whatever the impetus, the result is clear: a deranged madman with no firm hold in reality, and a mind tortured with lonely horrors in a basement painted red.