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

Keanu held it up like a trophy. "You ever tried stabbing a tapioca ball with chopsticks?"

The cashier blinked. "Sir, it's bubble tea. You drink it."

He stared at the cup. The bobas quivered, like they sensed it. Predators recognize prey.

Behind him, the line at the counter hadn't moved in five minutes. A guy muttered something about Yelp. A girl filmed him on TikTok. Someone hissed, "NPC behavior."

He slid into the corner seat near the fake bonsai, peeled the plastic seal with surgical intensity, and jabbed the fork in.

The drink fizzed. Tapioca pearls sloshed up like bloated fish. Mango foam dripped onto the table.

A single boba exploded against his tooth. Vengeance for its siblings.

Someone in the shop laughed. A wheezy, goose-choke kind of laugh.

"Yo, what's your problem, my guy?"

Keanu turned. The guy was seated across from him now, uninvited. Still laughing.

Keanu tilted his head. "You like laughing at weird people?"

Then he calmly walked behind the counter, opened the fridge, pulled out a bamboo straw, held it like a kunai… and stabbed it through the guy's neck. Right through. Like skewering tofu.

Everyone screamed. Pearls hit the floor. Someone spilled their taro. One girl just quietly whispered, "This is going viral."

Keanu sat back down. Sipped his tea. Eyes on the wall.

"Bubble tea? More like struggle tea." – Shakespeare, probably.

The Guy Who Brought a Fork to a Bubble Tea Shop