Lmao, sorry, I feel yucky about my writing. I felt bad for making yall wait and wrote this all in one sitting during an English class.
It seemed the shadow of Chin Chin himself engulfed the entire world. If the entire world was a room in a shitty apartment located somewhere in New York City.
It was suffocating almost- the air felt heavy and with every breath, you could feel his very being seeping into your lungs. If that wasn't disturbing enough, Joji was exhaling after taking a long drag. The room couldn't get worse.
"I'm tired of this, ya know," He suddenly spoke up, quieter than usual, "of him being a constant shadow, a constant fucking reminder," he spat.
Only able to stare at him, you blinked. Once. Twice. What the actual hell could you say to that? Oh, babe, I'm sorry this fucking entity you made up for shits and giggles while drunk as fuck is now haunting us?
"-and I know you aren't listening to me. Honestly, I'm glad you didn't have to hear what I just said. Might as well go through with it." His voice grew louder.
Damn, he was talking this entire time?
"Wait! Maybe, uh, babe, could you repeat what you said?"
The sound of Joji cocking a gun rang throughout the small room. There was banging on the door and the building began to shake. What was going on?
It was all moving too fast for you to keep up, way too fast.
Bang.
Joji Miller crumpled to the floor.