"Mikey?" Jon asked, walking into the living room.
A short person dressed all in black swung around and looked at him. It took Jon a moment to realize that it was Mikey.
"Mikey, what happened to you?" Jon asked. "You look totally different." He looked like a Goth. Black T-shirt over a ripped fishnet shirt, black ankle-length leather skirt, black leather boots, spiked collar, pale skin, black-dyed hair with blue highlights, and black eyeliner and lipstick. It was absolutely horrifying.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Mikey asked back, his voice like venom. "I'm not any different than I was yesterday. Now get the fuck outta my way, Jon. I need to go find Santa." He shoved Jon out of his way, then headed out the front door.
Jon thought about following him, but he was afraid of what he'd find if he left the house.
