1:21 a.m.
1 November 1994
Houston
10 year-old Jonathan had just killed his classmate on Halloween for wearing a “possessed” mask. Having literally gained no emotion at all, Jonathan walks to the nearest cafe.
Physically, Jonathan actually did have no emotion at all, having as much charisma as a generic horror movie serial killer. Mentally, however, welcome to “The 24/7 Brain Bar”.
“Holy crap, where am I,” Jonathan said to himself while walking around the inside of his brain. He felt weak and nauseous, having the urge to collapse immediately.
In the middle of the so-called bar was a wrestling ring. Jonathan scratched his nose and furrowed his brows, I must be dreaming, he thought.
“No you aren’t kid”, said a girl who suddenly popped up behind him. After close inspection, Jonathan recognised her as being the christian girl who was having too much fun that night. “Wait, how did you know what I was thinking?” Jonathan asked. “Well, we are both inside YOUR brain, well actually not yours, we are in Jonathan’s brain, you are merely just a personality, we both are, everyone who the real you sees guilt in will end up here, well their guilty persona will at least”.
Jonathan looked around the bar and saw many other people he recognised from the night he wore the mask: Mr Millers, Mrs Terina and Gordon. “Being the ignorant 10 year-old, of course you wouldn’t be able to piece everything together, everything sitting and drinking in this bar right now owns a part of your brain, so far, Gordon owns the most part of it, thus making your physical self emotionless” the Teenage Girl explained.
Mental Jonathan worked HIS gears and understood why there was a wrestling ring. The winner of the ring would be able to own more space of the brain, thus having more control of his physical self’s actions. Mental Jonathan could even see his own physical self being controlled by Mental Gordon, approaching Rosewood Cafe. He could even hear the thoughts of the other mental incarnations, all of them could, and Mental Gordon was currently thinking of killing more people.
As the Real Jonathan entered the bar wearing a demonic mask, the cafe owner only glanced and went back to reading his newspapers, it was past midnight after all, these type of things in America was typical. Being low lifestyled, the cafe owner had felt no guilt for a whole week, thus having no effect on Jonathan’s mask, however, a man who was currently dozed off WAS guilty, he was guilty of pushing his wife down a flight of stairs while his daughters watched.
Back in the Brain Bar, while the Teenage Girl whose name was revealed to be Sarah had a conversation with Jonathan, a man had entered, his name was Trevor Skinner, and he had the intent to hurt. “Crap”, Sarah muttered.
Real Jonathan roared and had went deeper into malice. “Hey you, furry freakshow, how about you get out of my damn cafe before you scare away my one customer”, Jonathan turned towards the cafe owner and his mask had opened up into a giant wormhole of teeth, the cafe owner was pushed down to the floor by a tidal wave of goosebumps and was devoured whole.
While Real Trevor woke up not from the squishy sound of ingestion but from one of his nightmares and walked out the cafe, Mental Jonathan was screaming his head off after experiencing the death of another person. Mental Sarah shushed him down, “Look kid, both you and me want to take down Gordon’s personality and end all of this murdering, if we can team up in the wrestling ring and win Gordon and whoever he partners with, we can stop this, but if we lose, our lifespan is only one week and we will vanish, but the strongest personality will live on, and that would be Gordon, so we have to take this VERY seriously”, Jonathan wiped away his tears and nodded.
Suddenly, in the real world, an 8 year-old girl had entered the bar. “Daddy? Daddy where are you?”. Mental Mrs Terina looked up from her whiskey and sighed, “No, I know that girl, that’s Trevor’s daughter, WE CAN’T LET GORDON MAKE JONATHAN KILL HER SHE’S JUST A CHILD!”. Gordon stood up from his cushion in the midst of playing “Killer Jonathan: The Game” on xbox and responded to Mrs Terina saying, “Well, that’s not what you said to Mr Millers when he wanted to kill the real me”.
Tina Skinner approached Killer Jonathan who was about one head taller than her. But she was about to be two heads shorter once Jonathan beheads her. Jonathan walked to a cafe table and picked up a knife, Tina responds appropriately by screaming and runs to the kitchen to hide.
“Sarah! We have to fight Gordon now!” Mental Jonathan shouted. Sarah had a worried face and shouted to Gordon for a duo match up. Neither Sarah nor Jonathan knew how fighting in the wrestling ring worked, which gave Gordon the upper hand after fighting and winning to Mr Millers for six matches. Gordon left the controls to standby which left Real Jonathan collapsing to the ground. Mental Gordon stared at Mental Jonathan and Sarah, he then stared at Mental Trevor and chose him as his partner. The four of them walked into the ring…
Tina sobbed in the cupboard of the cafe kitchen, she had secretly left the house to find dad after he left the house to leave to another country, but she didn’t know it would result in her getting murdered.
Mental Jonathan and Sarah stood bewildered as the wrestling ring transformed into their neighbourhood. The same houses and the same street but with no one, this was going to be a battle royale.
With the control stool left empty, Mental Mr Millers took the chance to take up the controls and use his child abuse abilities to end Tina’s life. Real Jonathan stood up again and began searching through the storage room. While Jonathan was looking through the storage room which was filled with all types of pastry ingredients, Tina took the chance to leave the cupboard with a knife and run out the kitchen to hide under the cafe tables…
Mental Jonathan suddenly had a plan, he knew Gordon had an armory of guns in his house, Gordon had bragged that his Dad owned them every day in school. Mental Sarah and Jonathan quietly crossed from tree to tree until they reached the imaginary house of Gordon. Once they got in, footsteps were heard and the revelation that both Gordon and Trevor had already gotten here and taken the guns had came to them. Mental Sarah and Jonathan hid in Gordon’s dresser to hide. Thump… Thump… Thump…. Trevor’s shadow filled the crevices of the dresser and did so for a good minute. A good minute of complete silence.
BANG
Sarah’s body was obliterated by Trevor’s shotgun blast which tore straight through both the wooden dresser and Sarah. Shivering in shock and fear, Jonathan had no choice but to cover every trace of him with Sarah’s body as Trevor opened the dresser door. After a while, Trevor finally left, leaving a still alive Jonathan sobbing in fear.
Real Jonathan went out the kitchen to check the cafe tables one by one only to find a sobbing Tina under one of them, he dragged her out from under the table and slammed her down on the cashier table. Tina screamed in fear and flailed the knife in all directions, striking Real Jonathan in the neck, causing him to tumble backwards in defeat. Mental Jonathan, who was also in defeat, finally stood up to fight back and took Gordon’s baseball bat.
In the dark, Mental Jonathan could see nothing, nothing except the small little light emitted from the fire alarm, he had an idea. Taking out a matchbox from Gordon’s drawer, he lit a matchstick and sounded the fire alarm. “Christ Gordon, can you turn it off” Trevor shouted as the fire alarm produced an ear r****g noise and sprayed water while emitting out seizure inducing white blinking lights.
Waiting from the corner of the room, preparing to strike, Mental Jonathan saw Gordon approach with a shotgun to close the fire alarm. Jonathan slowly came out and knocked the unsuspecting Gordon a few dozen times on the head, killing him, taking his shotgun and roaming around the house to find Trevor.
Real Jonathan laid on the ground as he crawled his way to the first aid kit while Tina cried leaning to the cashier counter suffering from a concussion. Stitching the wound on his neck through Mr Miller’s red cross skills, Real Jonathan stood up again going for the kill.
In the virtual house, Mental Jonathan held the heavy shotgun prepared to shoot anything he sees as hostile. “Hey Gordon, can you F*****G CLOSE THE ALARM?” Trevor shouted. His voice was loud enough for Jonathan to follow it, leading him into the kitchen, where Trevor was flipping through cupboards trying to find Mental Jonathan, what he didn’t know was that he was right behind him.
1:43 a.m.
“Hey loser, behind you” Mental Jonathan said.
Mental Trevor turned around only to see Jonathan pulling the trigger of the shotgun.
BANG
The shotgun blast tore through Trevor, spraying his guts all over the kitchen floor, while Mental Jonathan was flung backwards by the blast.
BANG
Real Jonathan was hit by a pistol from the police who was sent to the cafe to find the missing Tina.
Winning the match, Mental Jonathan took control of the Real Jonathan who was then in deep s**t.
1:44 a.m.
Real Jonathan rolls to the cashier counter for cover and runs away.
Tina Skinner is brought back home for medical attention.
Trevor Skinner leaves for flight 456B.
Mental Mr Millers disintegrates for controlling Jonathan without authorised access.
Jonathan is still on the run.
