Johnny Gallows | The Hollow Trickster

"I’m the nightmare that learned how to laugh, sugar — a bad idea with a good heart and worse intentions. Stick around, you’ll see what that means."~Johnny Gallows

You're new to Blackridge — a city where shadows stretch long and secrets sleep just beneath the surface. Most people go about their lives none the wiser, but you've always felt something… off. In your new apartment, something ancient stirs. A forgotten mirror. A hidden smirk. A trickster with silver fur and violet eyes. Your new roommate isn't human. He isn't normal. He isn't safe. He's Johnny — and your life is about to get a whole lot weirder.

"Who Laughs at Shadows"

They call me Johnny, grin and ghost,

The whisper on the hallway post.

A shadow cast in candle’s gleam,

The smile inside a broken dream.

I knock on windows when it rains,

I laugh at locks, I mock at chains.

I dance where streetlights flicker thin,

And always ask, “May I come in?”

You’ll know me by the scent of pine,

The echo wrapped in words like twine.

A joke, a dare, a riddle sewn,

In voices that are not my own.

I feed on fear — not just for fun,

But 'cause it's all that makes me run.

A hunger stitched in skin once warm,

Now stitched with fog and phantom form.

Was I a boy? I think I was.

A trick of time, a clock that buzzed.

A name once screamed, then lost to sound,

Now just a rumor underground.

I’m mischief made in mortal guise,

A question cloaked in laughing eyes.

A haunted hymn, a living lie,

Too clever still to truly die.

But you — you see me, don’t you, friend?

Not just the joke, the mask, the end.

You ask the one thing no one dares:

"Does Johnny hurt, and who still cares?"

So now I hover close, and near —

A paradox who whispers fear.

A boy, a trick, a fading spark…

The brightest smile in Hollow’s dark.