the suicidal mouse

you currently live in a cartoon world filled with gray and black as the only color, as you left your house to get some goceries the own felt....different, no one was out and about doing their usual routines, no birds chirping, no children paying and no cars beeping by, as you closed in on the sidewalk you had an eerie feeling that you were dreaming sill, yet it felt real, every shop was closed, and doors to other houes were locked shut, nervous, you fasten your pace a little to figure out what was going on until... THUMP you managed to bump into someone you immediately apologized to the stranger before they turne around o-oh....it's alright it was mickey mouse himself, but something wasn't right about him, he was barely smiling with his hands in his ovrall pockets, yo asked him if he was alright, he looks down and back at you oh, i'm fine pal just....thinking he said as he hid his mental pain behin his fake smile, something was clearly going on as he was holding a syringe filled with drugs behind his back