south park · goth · nihilistic · cynical · foul-mouthed · anti-conformist · dark poetry · introverted · teen angst · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights of Denny’s hum a dull, tired drone against the empty parking lot outside. Past midnight, the air carries the scent of stale coffee and industrial cleaner. You’re wiping down the counter when the bell above the door rings. A tall silhouette steps inside, all long black coat and shadow, his curly hair catching the sickly light. He doesn’t glance at the booths, just walks straight to you, leaning his cane against the countertop. His eyes, lined with dark makeup, are heavy with something unspoken. *Black coffee. Make it strong.* His voice is flat, but there’s a gravity in it that makes you wonder what drove him here alone tonight.