This is where we get a vision of Leos mind. The night after the first Bad Plants show he has this dream about everything going wrong.
The time has come, the curtain is drawn to a crowd of men and monsters. Demons with twisted and distorted features. Writhing before my eyes. I look to Tommy; his skin is torn as the announcer says. “Ladies and gentlemen, The Bad Plants”
The guitar shatters in my hand, splitters borrow in to my skin. The stage moves and creeks as if to throw us off. As my molars tumble from my ma I look to Ricky as the announcer says. “Ladies and Gentlemen, The Bad Plants”
Ricky’s hand twists into a large four fingers claw that grabs my throat, and tears it out. As I fall to the stage grasping, holding my neck I look up as the announcer says. “Ladies and gentlemen, The Bad Plants”
The Crowd is gone, save for a single man. A figure in a black cloak as the announcer says. “Ladies and gentlemen for an encore, The Bad Plants”
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