[ Topher’s own personal nightmare—a certain composite and, oh yeah, serial killer!—has yet to make an appearance in the real(er) world, but the memories dredged up by the dreams themselves have driven him to the Comic Book Shop. A wondrous place of peace, security, comfort...
At least, until the screaming starts.
He jerks up at the noise, instinctively shrinking back towards the corner in a moment of sense soon disregarded, as it only takes a minute or so for nosiness to win out. Grabbing the nearest weapon like object, he starts tiptoeing his way towards the entrance to take a peak. The reveal of a guy in the midst of a panic attack covered in... something? Not what he was expecting. But, also, kind of a relief. ]
nightmares
At least, until the screaming starts.
He jerks up at the noise, instinctively shrinking back towards the corner in a moment of sense soon disregarded, as it only takes a minute or so for nosiness to win out. Grabbing the nearest weapon like object, he starts tiptoeing his way towards the entrance to take a peak. The reveal of a guy in the midst of a panic attack covered in... something? Not what he was expecting. But, also, kind of a relief. ]
H-hey.
[ Still all kinds of creepy, though. ]
Are you... hurt? It's a little hard to tell.
[ Given that he appears to be hemorrhaging ink. ]