showerhead

So yeah. Rose Cookies.

This isn’t your usual power fantasy or deep character study. It’s just… something that came out of my brain—and maybe yours too.

Keanu, the guy you’re reading about, isn’t really a person. He doesn’t have a personality, no tragic backstory, no moral compass. He’s just there. Walking, talking, smiling. And then suddenly—violence. Out of nowhere.

Why? Because sometimes, life just pushes people. You keep swallowing the little stuff—awkward silences, fake laughs, getting ignored, getting talked over, being the nice one. Over and over. And then one day, something in you snaps… or at least, wants to.

Not gonna lie, a lot of these scenes are born from real stories. Not the stabbings, obviously, but the feelings. Stuff I’ve gone through. Stuff people have told me. That quiet, helpless frustration when you just sit there thinking, “Why do I keep letting this happen?” And maybe, for a second, your brain throws out the worst possible solution just to see how it feels.

Keanu is that. He’s not a person. He’s an impulse. He’s what happens when all that built-up patience finally tips.

Some chapters will be hilarious. Some will be disturbing. Some will make zero sense. That’s intentional. Life doesn’t stick to genre rules, so neither does this.

Thanks for reading. Or hate-reading. Or doomscrolling (I sincerely doubt that) your way into this mess. I’m writing it like a fever dream and trying to surprise myself, so if it gets weird, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

– Sincerely,
Showerhead

Rose Cookies

Five people are huddled around a table absolutely covered in empty bubble tea cups, sushi trays, and one unopened pack of UNO cards.

Okay but technically, Snape wasn't evil. He was just British.

She's right. I read two Wikipedia articles and a BuzzFeed quiz, I'm basically certified.

BuzzFeed doesn't count unless it's "What Disney Princess Are You?"

Laughter. The group is tipsy on sugar and the thrill of being extremely unserious on a Tuesday night.

Okay next question: What's the capital of Kazakhstan?

Bro you've been saying "your mom" to every answer.

What the hell. How do you know that?

That checks out. He looks like the kind of guy who edits obscure pages for fun.

No no no, he looks like the kind of guy who'd be the final boss in a mental health app.

[EXT. BENTO BOX CAFE – PARKING LOT – LATER]

Everyone's saying goodbye. Hugs, waves, laughing. Tanya stays back.

We should hang out sometime. Just us.

She smiles. It's sweet. Nervous. Vulnerable.

She gasps—eyes wide—collapsing against the hood of someone's Toyota Corolla.

Blood runs in streaks across the windshield.

Keanu tucks the blade back in his jacket pocket.

The One Where Keanu Brings a Knife to Trivia Night