"I'm home!" She shouted. Her voice reverberating down the halls of the apartment they now lived in. They sold their house to pay for more drugs. She set the large grocery bags down on the table, and was startled senseless when her lover popped out from behind the corner with a wicked grin. Travis hadn't spoken a word to her in weeks. He did little more than sit at his desk all day, so this sudden behavior caught the woman off guard.
She looked at his bizarre outfit. He wore a suit as usual, but this suit was a bubble gum pink with a teal vest, and cotton candy blue hair.
"Okay, Willy Wonka," the girl teased, "what's with this…change?"
"Oh Sugar Baby, don't you like it?" his words were sticky sweet.
"It's… different." She mumbled.
"Come now, no need for mumbling." He pouted. "You KNOW how I hate mumbling." His voice sounded almost threatening. This was too much for the girl. She couldn't take all these sudden changes. The room began to spin. She had the realization this was not the man she had fallen in love with only a few months ago. Tears began to form in her eyes as he leaned over to kiss her neck.
"Travis, no." She tried to push him away.
"Oh don't call me that, call me..." he paused for a moment with a perplexed expression on his face, "Call me Sweet Tooth." A wicked grin spread across his face as he pushed her against the wall.
Before he knew what was happening the girl had withdrawn her handgun. His eyes grew wide as she pointed it at him and she pulled the trigger. A sharp pain shot through his foot as he cursed every slur he could think of. The girl left running, and didn't look back.