This is a story of a goth who has had quite a lot to drink the previous night. This is him waking up and trying to find out what happened. Everything's blurry and the music reflects his progress.
I made this all myself. Have some Goth backstory. /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ "Ugh, where am I?" Derek woke up, his head throbbing. "Oh. I'm in my bed...." He retched for a moment. "I feel sick... I might vomit...." He got up and began to get his clothes on, groom his hair, put on his eyeshadow and hoodie, e.t.c. "I don't remember anything from last night....It's been a Bad End Night...."
