Adam sat in his dark room staring at his computer screen as usual. He was working on his list of killers, staring dreamily into the blurry eyes of Dylan Klebold’s Wikipedia profile pic. “Oh Dylan…. if only you were still alive today,” Adam said, gently stroking his computer screen. Suddenly there was a knock on Adam’s bedroom door!!! He yelled “go away Nancy,” assuming it was only his mother, but the sound of the hinges creaking caused him to swivel in his chair to catch a glimpse of the intruder. “DYLAN?!?!?!?!” Adam yelled, shooting out of his chair, surprised to see his dead school shooter boyfriend.
“Adam, I’ve been looking for you,” Dylan said, placing a hand on the side of Adam’s cheek, caressing it. “Dyl. Baby. You can’t be here,” Adam replied, looking up into Dylan’s eyes. Adam lifted his hand, tangling in Dylan’s blonde tresses. “Why not, Adam?” Dylan asked, he was hovering closer by the second. Before Adam could realize what was happening, Dylan’s lips were on his. Softly embracing him, Dylan pulled Adam closer to him, then pulled away.
Adam looked into Dylan’s eyes longingly. “why’d you stop?” Adam asked, desire burning behind his eyes. “I need to ask you something,” Dylan replied. “What is it? I’ll do anything for you columbine daddy,” Adam was becoming impatient as his hunger grew.
“Adam, bby,” Dylan began, leaning in close to Adam’s ear, “LEMME SUCK DEM TOES!!”
The infamous striped shirt worn by Dahmer in the following pictures, first belonged to the son of detective Pat Kennedy, but was given to Dahmer just before entering court.