Honestly- none of this is "lore" to be exact, just random cutscenes in my head i wanna let out

Okay, here we go- It was almost dawn, cars were moving and the bright lights of the city were glowing in the dark of the day. Meeting up with his last, he handed someone in a black hood a small bag of orange pills; strong enough to have someone out of it with only two uses. He held his hand out while looking at the person sternly. "Place the money in my hand or I place this gun to your head." He went to reach for the gun he had stuffed in his pants. "I don't have anything yet- but I can get it soon I swear!" The person's voice was mature and sounded slightly feminine. Their voice voice was shaky from being so afraid of what 'll happen next.

That's it. Nicholas is a drug dealer and he has no issue with blowing someone's brains out. Now how he got caught up into drug dealing is a whole other story.

now that i'm writing more i've noticed tis is just me being high and tired while making up random shit lmao

Knife in hand his heart raced as he looked down at the mistake he'd made. His eyes wide, hands dripping in blood. Someone knocked on the front door but he was so shocked he couldn't move- The knock started to become louder. He became nauseous and everything started to fade to a blur so he leaned against a wall close to him. Eventually somehow the person got in, "Junior!?!" The voice sounded familiar as he squinted his eyes all he could see was a tall figure, blonde hair and a blue shirt.

That's about all. Junior- my boy 😔,, he's a murderer though was never caught, nobody knows what happened to the dead corpse. He walks around with that on his heart and it makes him think back to that same moment and it makes him see it all over again.

They banged on his room door."Jazz we have to get to the concert before we end up not preforming at all. Grab your guitar and c'mon!" Jazz was applying makeup under his right eye and on his nose bridge trying to hide bruises. "I'll drive myself, just go damn." He tilted his head back and dropped white powder in then quickly inhaled it. He shook his head and looked in the mirror, noticing everything wrong. He sighed then grabbed his guitar and keys and left to get a ride with the rest of the band. He ran as fast as he could down the stairs of his apartment. "Hey wait I'm coming with you guys!"

Bam- more drugs. He does more than just cocaine he does oxy, heroine and a shit ton more. All of the drugs are only from all the stress and pressure during each performance. The bruises were done by himself as he bangs his head against walls and anything else to hurt himself.

Holding her neck with a tight grip he kept her head tilted back with a pistol under her chin. "We've been over this more times than I can count.. you- you can't just try to run off in the middle of the night. What if someone snatches you up then that'd be your fault, wouldn't it?" The woman was huffing after trying to breathe. She tapped his hand trying to make him let go. He huffed then finally he did and threw the gun to the floor. "I apologize, alright?" he said holding his hands up with a smile on his face. She bent over panting. Before she could catch her breath he snatched her by her hair. "I said sorry stop exaggerating!" She clawed his face, leaving a deep scratch under his right eye.

Yeah- uh.. He was an abuser like it was terrible. The scratch on his neck I need to make a bg story for. Back to the abuse part, The woman was his wife the he sooner or later threw into a lake.